إنْ شَكَوْنا لَهُ ظَمانا وَجَدْنا

مِنْهُ بِالريِّ لِلْحَدِيثِ ضَمَانَا

If we complained to him of our thirst, we found

from him, in its quenching, a pledge of conversation.

ما سَبانا لِينُ المَعاطِف مِنْهُ

مُذْ تَثنَّى إلَّا وَقَدْ مَاسَ بَانَا

Never did the suppleness of his form enthrall us,

when he bent, but that a bān tree, too, was swaying.