رَأوا بِالجَزَعِ بَرقاً فَاِستَهاموا

وَنامَ العاذِلُونَ وَلَم يَناموا

They saw lightning in the pouring rain, so they were amazed,

The slanderers slept while the sincere stayed awake.

وَعِندي مِن مَراشِفِها حَديثٌ

يخبّر أَن رِيقتها مُدامُ

From her pillow I hear a tale,

That her saliva is sweet wine.

وَفي أَلحاظِها السكرى دَليلٌ

وَلا ذُقنا وَلا زَعمَ الهُمامُ

In her intoxicating glances, a proof,

Though we never tasted, as the virtuous claimed.

تَعالى اللَه ما أَجرى دُموعي

إِذا عَنّت لِمُقلَتي الخِيامُ

Exalted is God! How my tears flowed

Whenever tents were pitched for my beloved.

وَأَشجاني إِذا لاحَت بُروقٌ

وَأَطرَبَني إِذا غَنَّت حَمامُ

My longing is stirred when lightning flashes,

And I am transported when doves coo.