كَشَّفَتكَ الأَيّامُ يا إِنسانُ

لا يَكُن لِلَّذي أَهَنتَ الهَوانُ

Days have exposed you, O man

Let not abasement disgrace him who was once honored

إِن تَكُن قَد فُضِضتَ بَعدي فَلَيسَت

بِدعَةً أَن يُفَلَّقَ الرُمّانُ

If after me you are torn asunder, it is no wonder

That a pomegranate bursts open when ripe

نَشَرَتكَ الكُفوفُ بَعدَ عَفافٍ

كُنتَ تُطوى في تَحتِهِ وَتُصانُ

Hands unfold you after modesty

Once you were folded, protected and concealed

أَيُّها السابِقُ المُسامِحُ في اللَذ

ذاتِ وَالقَصفِ أَينَ ذاكَ الحِرانُ

O you, erstwhile ardent now forgiving in sensual delight

Where is that passion?

ما تَحَدّاكَ رائِضٌ لَكَ إِلّا

قُلتَ بَيني وَبَينَكَ المَيدانُ

No seducer has challenged you

Except you said: between me and you lies the battlefield

لِمَ أَشقى بِكُم وَيَسعَدُ غَيري

بِهَواكُم حُبّي إِذَن كَشخانُ

Why am I wretched because of you, while another is happy

Through your love? My love then is unfortunate