أَصبَحتُ أَنشُرُ مِن شِعري بِكُلِّ يَدٍ

ما كُنتُ أَطويهِ مِن ديباجَةِ الحُسنِ

I have begun to spread my poetry with every hand

That which I was folding of the brocade of beauty

فَرَطبُهُ لِلصَديقِ الرَطبِ يَلبِسُهُ

وَما تَحَسَّنَ مِنهُ كانَ لِلحُسنِ

Its freshness for the fresh friend to wear

And whatever was beautified of it was for the beautiful