بَوارِقُ لِلحابِ لا لِلسَحابِ

طَرِبتَ إِلى ضَوءِ لَمّاحِها

Beacons for the beloved, not for the clouds,

You were lured by the glow of her lantern.

أَرى الخَمرَ تَجمَعُ بِالشارِبَينِ

فَلا تُخدَعَنَّ بِإِسماحِها

I see the wine brings together the drinkers,

So do not be fooled by her leniency.

وَكَم طَمِحتُ بِاللَبيبِ الأَريبِ

فَأُسقِطَ عَن ظَهرِ طَمّاحِها

And how much I craved for the sly beloved,

Yet she cast me off like an old shoe.

وَلَيسَ الزُجاجُ زُجاجَ الخَطوبِ

وَلَكِن أَسِنَّةُ أَرماحِها

Glass is not for writing misfortunes,

But it holds the tips of her sharp spears.