قَد عَرَفنا دَلائِلَ المَنعِ أَو ما

يُشبِهُ المَنعَ بِاِحتِباسِ الرَسولِ

We have known the signs of denial, or what

Resembles denial in the absence of the messenger

وَاِفتَضَحنا عِندَ الزَبيبِ بِما صَح

حَ لَدَيهِ مِن قُبحِ وَجهِ الشَمولِ

And we were exposed at the raisins by what was

Sound to it of vileness and the face of inclusion

فاجَأَتنا كَدراءُ لَم تُسبَ مِن تَس

نيمِ جِريالُها وَلا سَلسَبيلِ

So we were surprised by turbid wines that were not described as

Tainted from their pouring or smooth-flowing

مِن عُقارٍ لا ريحُها نَفحَةُ المِس

كِ وَلا خَدُّها بِخَدٍّ أَسيلِ

Of nectar whose scent is not the breath of musk

Nor its cheek a soft smooth cheek

لا تَهَدّى سُبلَ العُروقِ وَلا تَن

سلُّ في مِفصَلٍ بِغَيرِ دَليلِ

It neither mellows the paths of veins nor seeps

Through a joint without a guide

وَهيَ نَزرٌ لَو أَنَّها مِن دُموعِ ال

صبِّ لَم تَشفِ مِنهُ حَرَّ الغَليلِ

And it is a sprinkling that if it were from the tears

Of sorrow, would not quench the heat of anguish

وَكَأَنَّ الأَنامِلَ اِعتَصَرَتها

بَعدَ كَدٍّ مِن ماءِ وَجهِ البَخيلِ

And as if the fingers had wrung it out

After toil from the water of a miserly face

إِحتِساباً بَذَلتَها أَم تَصَدَّق

تَ بِها رَحمَةً عَلى اِبنِ السَبيلِ

In pious devotion it offered it or donated it

In charity to the son of the path

قَد كَتَبنا لَكَ الأَمانَ فَما تُس

أَلُها عُمرَ ذا الزَمانِ الطَويلِ

We have written you security, so do not ask

It for the age of this long time

كَم مُغَطّى قَدِ اِختَبَرنا نَداهُ

وَاِعتَبَرنا كَثيرَهُ بِالقَليلِ

How many covers we have tested its call

And learned much of it with little