سَقاني شَبيهَةَ أَخلاقِه

أَديبٌ تَحاياهُ أَشعارُهُ

His morals have made me resemble him,

An intellectual, his poems flatter him.

عَلى جَمرِ وَردٍ كَوانينُهُ

إِذا شَبَّهَ الطَلُّ أَشجارُهُ

His cups are like roses on hot coals,

When the dew resembles his trees.

فَأَحسِن بِمَجلِسِنا مَجلِساً

قِيانُ نَداماهُ أَطيارُهُ

So grace our gathering with goodness,

The place his regrets and birds frequent.