يا أَيُّها الرَشَأُ الأَغَنُّ الأَهيفُ

هل للمُتَيَّمِ مِن صُدودِكَ مُنصِفُ

O you the most lyrical, eloquent bard

Is there any justice in your rhythms for the lover?

فأبِح لَنا ذاك المُحيّا إِنَّهُ

بَدرٌ سَيَلحَقُهُ المِحاقُ وَيَكسِفُ

So reveal to us that shining moon, for it

Is a full moon soon to be joined and then eclipsed

مِن قَبلِ عَسكَرِ عارِضٍ يَمحو الهَوى

فَتَظَلُّ مِن نُكرٍ لِشَعرِك تَنتِفُ

By an opposing army that will erase desire

And so by indifference, your poetry will be picked apart