عِفْتُ المُدامَ وَلَو ذَابَتْ مِنَ الذَّهَبِ

وَقُلِّدَتْ بِعُقودِ الدُّرِّ لا الْحَبَبِ

I abstain from wine though it flows like gold

And is adorned with strings of pearl, not gravel.

وَلَمْ أَقُلْ لِيَدِ السَّاقي وَوَجْنَتِهِ

جَلَّ المُؤَلِّفُ بَينَ المَاءِ وَاللَّهَبِ

I say not to the bearer’s hand and cheeks—

“Far be the one who composed of water and flame.”

وَمِلْتُ عَن لَحْنِ شادٍ عُوِّدَتْ يَدُهُ

قَوْدَ القُلُوبِ بِأَرْسانٍ مِنَ الطَّرَبِ

And I am tired of the melody of the singer whose hand

Kindles hearts with strains of musical notes.

يا مَجْلِسَ اللَّهْوِ لا أَصْبُو إِلَيْكَ وَلا

شَخْصُ النَّدِيمِ إِلى شَخْصِي بِمُقْتَرِبِ

O gathering of play, I incline not toward you, nor

Does the company of the boon companion draw near.

وَيَا رَقِيْبَ الّذِي أَهْواهُ نَمْ فَلَقَدْ

كُفِْيَت مِنِّيَ مَا تَخْشاهُ فِي رَجَبِ

And O watcher of her whom I love, sleep—

For you have been spared from me what you fear in Rajab.

شَهْرٌ عَظِيمٌ كَأَنَّ اللَّهَ أَلْبَسَهُ

خَلائِقَ العَلَمِ ابْنِ السَّادَةِ النُّجُبِ

A magnificent month, as though God has clothed

The creatures of the world in robes of honor.

الطَّاهِرُ النّسَبِ ابنُ الطَّاهِرِ النَّسَبِ اب

نِ الطَّاهِرِ النَّسَبِ ابْنِ الطَّاهِرِ النَّسَبِ

The pure lineage, son of the pure lineage, son

Of the pure lineage, son of the pure lineage.

يُغْنِي إِذَا أَعْمَلَ الآرَاءَ مُنْتَصِراً

عَنِ الذَّوابِلِ وَالهِنْدِيَّةِ القُضُبِ

He enriches, when he effects opinions as a victor,

Without silks or Indian fabrics.

غَزَا الأعادِيَ فِي سَلْمٍ فَما عَلِمُوا

أَنَّ الكَتائِبَ تُطْوَى باطِنَ الكُتُبِ

He invaded the enemies in peace, and they knew not

That the regiments were folded within books.

هُنِّيْتَ عافِيَةً مِنَّ الإِلهُ بِها

عَلَى البَرِيَّةِ مِنْ عُجْمٍ وَمِنْ عَرَبِ

Good health was granted to you from God through it

Upon mankind, non-Arabs and Arabs.