لَئِن غَرَّني مِمّا تَسَربَلتَ رَنَقُ

وَجِئتُكَ مَلهوفاً فَضَجَّعتَ في أَمري

If your finery has deceived me,

And though I came to you fervent with desire, you rendered me restless,

فَرُبَّ طَريقٍ يَركَبُ المَرءُ سَهلَهُ

فَيَخرُجُهُ مِنها إِلى شَرِّ ما وَعرِ

For many a road does a man mount with ease,

Only to have it lead him out into the worst hardship,

فَلا يَفرَحَن بِالبَرقِ عِندَ وَميضِهِ

أَخو ظَمَإٍ حَتّى يَرى غُرَّةَ القَطرِ

So let not the brother of thirst rejoice at the lightning's flash

Until he sees the rain clouds pour down their gift.