حِجابِيَ مَرفوعٌ لِطارٍ وَنازِلِ

وَمالِيَ مَبذولٌ لِراجٍ وَآمِلِ

My veil is raised for one who soars and one who kneels

My wealth is spent on beggar and on hopeful man

وَإِن كانَ حُلواً في المَذاقِ تَكَرُّمي

فَما طَعمُهُ إِلّا كَطَعمِ شَمائِلي

And if my generosity seems sweet to taste

Its flavor is no more than that of my ideals

إِذا جاءَني ظَنُّ الفَتى وَهوَ أَعسَمٌ

وَمَدّيداً لَم يُعيِها نَيلُ نائِلي

When faulty judgment comes to me from callow youth

Whose outstretched hands my favors never fill