يا نَحلُ إِن شارَ شُهداً مُكتَسِبٌ

فَحَسبُهُ أَنَّ بَعدَ المَوتِ إِنشارا

O bee, if you gather honey,

It is enough that after death there is dispersal.

وَما أُسَرُّ لِتَعشيرِ الغُرابِ أَسىً

وَلا أُبَكّي خَليطاً حَلَّ تِعشارا

I do not rejoice at the collection of crows' misery,

Nor do I weep over a mixed potion poured out as a libation.

وَلا تَوَهَّمتُ أُنثى الأَنجُمِ اِمرَأَةً

وَلا ظَنَنتُ سُهَيلاً كانَ عَشّارا

I did not imagine the female stars were women,

Nor did I think Suhail was an innkeeper.

وَلَستُ أَحمَدُ بُشرى وَهيَ كاذِبَةٌ

وَلا أُوافِقُ حَمّاداً وَبَشّارا

I do not praise good tidings that are lies,

Nor do I agree with Hammad or Bashshar.