نَفسي الفِداءُ لِشَخصٍ لَستَ أُسميهِ

كَأَنَّ شارِبَهُ قُفلٌ عَلى فيهِ

My soul is the sacrifice for someone I do not name

As if his drinking cup has a lock upon his mouth

لَم يُصبشحُ الغُصنُ مِن أَعطافِهِ خَجَلاً

إِلّا وَأَمسى حُيَيّاً مَن تَثَنّيهِ

No branch in his embrace would blush with shame

Except to awake lively, whoever he may bend

وَقائِلٍ هُوَ تَيّاهٌ فَقُلتُ لَهُ

إِن تاهَ فَهوَ أَحَقُّ الناسَ بِالتيهِ

And if he says he is lost, I say to him

If he is lost, he is the most deserving of people to lose his way