بِأَبي أَنتَ يا اِبنَ وَهبٍ وَأُمّي

وَخُؤولي مِن طَيّءٍ وَعُمومي

By my father you are, o son of Wahb, and my mother,

And my maternal uncles from Tayy and my paternal uncles,

حينَ مَرَّت بِنا السَحابُ أَرَتنا

خُلُقاً مِنكَ لَيسَ بِالمَذمومِ

When the clouds passed by us, they showed us

Morals from you that are not blamable,

حَسَدَت فِعلَكَ الكَريمَ عَلى المَج

دِ فَجارَت شَمائِلاً بِغُيومِ

Your noble deed was envied over excellence

So the features frowned with clouds,

مِلتَ عَنّي إِلى سِوايَ بِأَفوا

فِ حَديثٍ كَالجَوهَرِ المَنظومِ

You inclined away from me to someone else

In a speech like well-composed jewels,

ثُمَّ راسَلتَني بِكاساتِكَ المَز

زَةِ حَثَّ النَديمِ كَأسَ النَديمِ

Then you corresponded with me with your delightful cups,

Urging the drinking companion like the cup of a drinking companion,

وَإِذا ما اِنكَتمتَ عَنّي بِسِترٍ

فَكَأَنّي بِالهِندِ أَو بِالرومِ

And if you hide from me behind a veil

Then it is as if I am in India or Rome,

لَستُ أَرضى مِنكَ اِقتِرابَ عَجاجٍ

فَاِرضَ مِنّي قُربَ اِبنِ عَبدِ الكَريمِ

I am not pleased with the approach of substitutes,

So accept from me the proximity of the son of the Generous.