وَلَمّا رَأى شَوّالُ جِسميَ ناحِلاً

تَوَهَّمَ أَنّي عاشِقٌ فَرَثى لي

When Shawwal saw my thin body

He imagined I was a lover, and lamented for me

فَقُلتُ لَهُ شَهرُ الصِيامِ أَلَمَّ بي

فَبَدَّلَ مِنّي دَوحَةً بِخِلالِ

So I told him the month of fasting had afflicted me

He then changed my condition with treats

فَقالَ سَتَغدو مِثلَ بَدري بِرُغمِهِ

فَلا تَجزَعَن أَن صِرتَ مِثلَ هِلالي

He said you will become again like my full moon despite its frown

So do not despair that you have become like my crescent