على خد موسى ما أقلَّت كؤوسُه

وما أترعت بين المحبين عيناه

On Musa's cheek, how few were his cups,

And how little his eyes roved among lovers.

فلا تعذلوني إن ترشفت خده

أأعرف أين الراح والكل أشباه

So do not blame me if I wet his cheek;

Can I tell where is joy when all are alike?