كَأَنَّما مَضمَضَت مِن ماءِ مَوهِبَةٍ

عَلى شَبابيِّ نَخلٍ دونَهُ المَلَقُ

As though you rinsed your mouth with gifted water

On my youthful palm trees, clad below in raiment

إِذا الكَرَى غَيَّر الأَفواهَ وَاِنقَلَبَت

عَن غَيرِ ما عَهِدَت في نَومِها الريَقُ

When fate made mouths change and turn away

From what they were used to in their spittle's slumber