عَلَيكَ جَديدَ وَجهِكَ فَاِبتَذِلهُ

فَقَد خَلّاكَ رَبُّكَ لِلسُؤالِ

Show your new face though it be trite,

For your Lord made you for serving slight.

كَأَنَّكَ إِذ عَلِقتَ بِعَردَمِيٍّ

سَمَوتَ إِلى أُمَيَّةَ بِالحِبالِ

You were like one who climbed in yearning love,

To Umayya on a rope from ardent passion wove,

لَقَد تَرَكَ النِكاحُ أَبا سُلَيمٍ

كَظَهرِ الطَستِ لَيسَ بِذي قِبالِ

Wedlock left Abul-Sulaymi so outworn,

Like back of skillet, of all fat shorn.