وَما ضَمَّ شَملَ الأُنسِ يَوماً كَنَرجِسٍ

يَقومُ بَعُذرِ اللَهوِ مِن خالِعِ العُذرِ

Never has the company of friends gathered me like a narcissus

Who stands up with the excuse of distraction from the one who discards the excuse

فَأحداقُهُ أَحداقُ تِبرٍ وَساقُهُ

كَقامَةِ ساقٍ في غَلائِلِهِ الخُضرِ

So my glances are glances of gold dust and my leg

Is like the leg of a gazelle in its green fetters