وحاذقٍ مُحْكِمٌ كُنافَتَه

لا تَشْبَع العينُ منه بالنَّظَرِ

A deft and skilled confectioner is he

The eye cannot be sated by looking upon him

كأنما بَسْطُه العجينَ على

أكراه لما حُفَّت بمستِعر

As though he spreads the dough upon

Hot stones when it is wrapped in live coals

يَنْسج غَيْماً من السحاب على

وامضِ برقٍ يَكْتَنُّ بالمطر

He weaves a cloud from the clouds over

Flashing lightning that is heavy with rain

كأنه يفتح الفواقعَ دا

راتٍ على راكدٍ من الغُدُر

It's as if he opens dazzling seas

Of milk over still ponds of treachery

فهْي كمثلِ السَّراب يُعْدَم من

ها اللمسُ وهْما يلوح للبصر

It's like a mirage that perishes the moment

You touch it though it shines before one's sight