حيّت حمى حلب أنفاس غادية

مشّاءةٍ بنميم الروض غماز

The breaths of the fever of Aleppo have greeted

Mingling with the perfume of the meadows a coquette

كم ليلةٍ تم يا ليلاي قد قنعت

عني بمسرع خطو الطيف هماز

How many nights, O my nights, have you been satisfied

With the hasty steps of the specter as a procrastinator

كأنّ وصلكِ مالٌ في يمين فتًى

ما ماله في يديه غير مجتاز

As if your union were wealth in the hand of a young man

Who has nothing in his hands but unripe fruit

إلى العفاة سبوق قبل مسئلة

حاشا جواد عطاه ذكر مهماز

To the naked I would give charity before being asked

Far be it from a generous steed to be called undutiful

أما نوال ابن يحيى فهو صنعته

سرًّا وجهرًا كما قد قيل خرازي

As for the grace of Ibn Yahya it is his making

Secretly and openly as has been said, a confectioner

أهلاً بمقدمه العالي فحيث بدا

فأضبعٌ منه من نيل الوفا هازي

Welcome to him whose high procession has appeared

For then hands stretched out from him giving overflowing loyalty

أشتاق أهلي وأولادي ليطربهم

من رؤيتي نظم جزار وخباز

I yearn for my family and children to delight them

With the rhythm of my poetry, a butcher and a baker