لَقَد كَرُمَت عَلَيكَ فَتاةُ قَومٍ

شَرِبتَ بِفَضلِها فَضَلاتِ كَرمِ

The daughter of a people has honored you,

Through her grace you have drunk the choicest wine,

وَسُقتَ إِلَيكَ سوءَ الجُرمِ عَمداً

وَأَنتَ مُعَلَّلٌ بِسَويقِ جَرمِ

Though you blame her, and purposely accuse her of sin,

While you are excused with barley gruel.

أَرى هَرِماً يُعيدُ نَباتَ نَبعٍ

وَإِن كانَ الصَليبُ كَنَبتِ هَرمِ

I see the pyramids restore the flow of a spring,

Though the cross be like the shoot of a pyramid.

لَقَد خابَ الَّذي حَلَبَت يَداهُ

سَفاهَةَ عَقلِهِ بِأَذىً وَغَرمِ

Disappointed is he who milked with his hands,

The foolishness of his mind with harm and loss.

سَيُخفِتُ كُلَّ صَوتٍ زَأرُ لَيثٍ

وَنَبأَةُ باغِمٍ وَهَديرُ قَرمِ

The roar of a lion will silence every voice,

And the news of a mournful one and the murmur of locusts.

رَماني مَن لَهُ وَتَري وَقَوسي

وَكَفّي وَالسِهامُ فَكَيفَ أَرمي

She has thrown at me when I have a lute and a bow,

My hands and arrows - so how can I shoot?