لا اِفتِنانٌ كَاِفتِناني

في حُلى الظُرفِ الحِسانِ

No allurement like my allurement

In the graces of gentle manners

خَصَّني بِالأَدَبِ اللَهُ

فَأَعلى فيهِ شاني

God gifted me with literature

So I exalt my station therein

خاطِري أَنفَذُ مَهما

قيسَ مِن حَدِّ السِنانِ

My mind I unleash however so

It gauges the sharp spearheads

أَيُّها المُرسِلُ أَطيا

رَ المُعَمّى لِاِمتِحاني

O you who sends randomly blind

To test me

هاكَ كَي تَزدادَ في الآ

دابِ عِلماً بِمَكاني

You know more of my station

The birds came singing to us

قَد أَتَتنا الطَيرُ تَشدو

بَعضَ أَبياتِ الأَغاني

Some verses of songs

With eloquences that sufficed us

بِرَطاناتٍ قَضَتنا

ما اِقتَضَتنا مِن بَيانِ

As much as we needed of rhetoric

If the bulbul sang, inclined

إِن تَغَنّى البُلبُلُ اِهتا

جَ غِناءَ الوَرَشانِ

To the singing of the Pied Wagtail

It rendered unto him a couplet

فَتَأَدّى مِنهُ بَيتا

غَزَلٍ مُنفَرِدانِ

Of exclusive amorous verse

For a lover in a beloved

لِمُحِبٍّ في حَبيبٍ

عَنهُ ناءٍ مِنهُ دانِ

Remote from him, brought near by him

O distant in abode, connected

يا بَعيدَ الدارِ مَوصو

لاً بِقَلبي وَلِساني

To my heart and my tongue

Sometimes estranged by time

رُبَّما باعَدَكَ الدَه

رُ فَأَدنَتكَ الأَماني

Yet brought near by my wishes