ضَاعَ في مَوْسِمِ الوُقُودِ سِراجِي

طالمَا ضَاءَ والزَّمانُ زَمَانُ

My lamp was lost in the season of firewood

Long it shone while time was still time

كانَ رَطْبَ اللِّسانِ بَينَ كِرامٍ

عنهُ مَا جَفَّ مِن نَداهُمْ بَنانُ

The tongues of the generous were moist because of it

No cheek that its dew moistened ever dried up

وَهُوَ الآنَ يَعرُكُ الأُذْنَ إنّي

طَالَ منهُ إلى المَدِيحِ لِسَانُ

And now it grates on the ear, for

Long has my tongue stretched in praise