إذا هَبّ سلطانُ المِرِيسيّ نافحاً

سُحَيْراً وحلّ القُرّ كُلَّ نِقَابِ

If the ruler of Mirisi blows fiercely

Making Suhayr tremble, and settles every veil,

وَزَرّ على الأفْق الغمامُ ثِيابَه

فقُمْ فالْقه في عُدّةٍ وحِراب

And the clouds wrap their garments around the horizon,

Then arise and face him with weapons and warfare,

بِكنٍّ وكانونٍ وكَأسِ مُدَامةٍ

وكِيسٍ وكُسٍّ وافرٍ وكَباب

With supplies and December and a cup of wine,

And a bag and bowl and plenty and a flask,

وكلِّ كساء أدْكنٍ ومُضَرّجٍ

كما ضَرّج الخدّين ماءُ شباب

And every dark wine-stained garment

As wine stains the cheeks of youth.

جَمَعتُ لك الكافات سُبْعاً ولم تَكُن

بمجموعةٍ قَبْلي لربِّ كتَاب

I have gathered for you the seven “k” words that

No one before me has gathered for the Lord of the Book.