وَمَنظومَةٍ سَبعاً وَعِشرينَ دُرَّةً

تُدارُ عَلى الدُنيا كُؤوسُ رَحيقِها

A poem of twenty-seven shining pearls

Whose goblets of nectar circle the world

عَوى نَحوَها الكَلبُ الأُعَيمى حَسادَةً

وَمَن ذا يَعيبُ الشَمسَ عِندَ شُروقِها

Toward it the blind dog growled enviously

Who can fault the sun at its rising?

لَآلِئُ تومٌ أَشرَقَتهُ بِريقِهِ

وَزادَت ظَلاماً عَينَهُ بِبَريقِها

Its radiance made the diamonds shine

And increased the darkness of his eyes with its brilliance

لَوى العِيُّ صَمّاوَيهِ عَن سِرِّ رَوضِها

فَلَم يَدرِ ما ريحانُها مِن شَقيقِها

The blind man turned his ears from the secret of its garden

So he did not know what basil was from its hyssop

كَأَنِّيَ قَد أَرسَلتُهُنَّ حِجارَةً

عَلَيهِ فَراغَت أُذنُهُ عَن طَريقِها

As if I had pelted him with stones

So his ear was deaf to its path