مَضى ما كانَ قَبلُ مِنَ الدَعارَه

فَبانَ وَأُطفِئَت تِلكَ الحَرارَه

The wantonness of the past has passed away,

And that passion has been extinguished and faded.

وَأَصبَحَ وَجهُكَ المَعشوقُ عَفّى

عَلى ديباجِهِ بُردُ الإِجارَه

Your adored face became chaste

Like the coolness of silk on Damascene brocade.

وَكانَ أَرَقَّ وَجهٍ ثُمَّ أَضحى

يَكادُ بِأَن تُرَصَّ بِهِ الحِجارَه

It was the most radiant of faces, but now

It is as though about to be pelted with stones.

وَهَل يَبقى لِثَوبِ الصِدقِ ماءٌ

إِذا أَدمَنتَ فيهِ عَلى القَصارَه

Can the water of sincerity remain

When you persist in turbid gatherings?

تَجَرتَ بِعَينِ ظَهرِكَ مُستَعيناً

بِأَثوابِ البَطالَةِ وَالخَسارَه

You make your living by the labor of your back

In the garb of idleness and loss.

فَأَنتَ أَحَقُّ خَلقِ اللَهِ أَلّا

تَضيعَ مَعَ الكِتابَةِ وَالتِجارَه

You, more worthy than anyone, should not

Squander yourself amid writing and trade.