ما أَنسَ لا أَنسَ له مَوْقفاً

والعِيسُ قد ثَوروهُنَّ الحُداهْ

What a companion, who has no companion

The stallions were enraged by his courage

لمّا تجلَّى وجهُه طالعاً

وقد تَرامَتْ نَظَراتُ الوُشاه

When his face appeared radiant

And the gazes of the onlookers drifted

قابلَني حتّى بدَتْ أَدمُعي

في خَدِّه المصقولِ مِثْلَ المِراه

He met me until my tears

Appeared on his polished cheek like a mirror

يُوهِمُ صَحْبي أَنّه مُسْعِدي

بأدْمُعٍ لم تُذْرِها مُقْلتاه

Making my companions think

He sympathizes with tears he did not shed

وإنّما قلَّدني مِنّةً

بدَمْعِ عَينٍ من جُفوني مَراه

But he only did me a favor

With the tears from my eyes that he borrowed

ولم تقَعْ في خَدِّه قَطرةً

إلاّ خَيالاتُ دُموعِ البُكاه

Not a drop fell on his cheek

Except the illusions of my teary eyes