وَظَبيٌ مَن شَرى مِنهُ وِصالاً

بِنَقدِ خُضوعِهِ أَمِنَ الخَسارَه

He who bought loyalty from him with the price of his submission, secured himself from loss

As if his cheek above contains, a violet embracing its buds

كَأَنَّ الصُدغَ فَوقَ الخَدِّ مِنهُ

بَنَفسَجَةٌ تَعانَقَ جُلَّنارَه

He gave me a cup that was mixed, so its effects were like dew in spring

Thus life became sweet in my enjoyment, as if I never tasted its bitterness

سَقاني جامَةً مُزِجَت فَكانَت

فَواقِعُها كَطَلٍّ في بِهارَه

فَصارَ العَيشُ حُلواً في لَهاتي

كَأَنّي لَم أَذُق مِنهُ مَرارَه