إِلى م تَرى غَضبان لِلعَهد ناسيا

وَعَطفك ذا لين وَقَلبك قاسيا

How long must I see you angry, forgetful of our covenant?

Your form is all suppleness, yet your heart is hard.

بِعَيشك هِب لي مِن رضابك نَهلة

فَقَد حَبس النَدمان عَني كاسيا

By your life, grant me one draught of your lips’ nectar,

for the drinking companion has withheld my cup from me.

وَما أَنا مَن وَفي الشَباب حُقوقَهُ

وَقَد أَخَذت أَيدي المَشيب براسيا

I am not one who gave youth all its due,

and the hands of gray age have seized me by the head.

وَغادَرني اهتزّ كَالغُصن لَوعة

تَذكر لَيلات فَدَتها حَواسيا

It has left me trembling like a branch, in anguish,

as I remember nights—may all my senses be their ransom—

لَيال بِها كُنت السَمير وَخَمرَتي

لَماك وَمِن خَدَيك وَردي وَآسيا

nights when I was the evening companion, and my wine

was the dusky hue of your lips; from your cheeks came my rose and my myrtle.