قالتْ: أراكَ شرودَ الفكْرِ مضطربا

هَلْ من حسْرةٍ في الحُبِّ أم نَصَبا

She said: I see you lost in thought, perturbed

Is it from sorrow in love or from distress?

القومُ حولَكَ قد ألْقَوْا دِلاءَهُمُ

وأنتَ ما زِلْتَ في الأوهامِ مغتربا

The people around you have cast their gossip

While you remain secluded in your musings

دَعْ ما يقولونَ عضنَّا في مجالسهمْ

نوكاءَ تَسْقي بَنيها اللَّغْوَ والكذبا

Leave what they say, we gnawed on in their gatherings

Chatter that nourishes lies and nonsense in them

واكتُبْ قصيدتكَ العصماءَ صاعقةً

لا رأس تتْرُكُهُ فيهمْ ولا ذنبا

And write your flawless ode, striking

Leaving no head or tail intact among them