إِنَّ بُغائي لِلَّذي إِن أَرادَني

مَكانَ الثُرَيّا إِن تَأَمَّلَها البَصَر

My enmity is for he who, if he wished me

To take the place of al-Suriyya, the eye would see me there

وَإِنّي الَّذي لا يَبحَثُ السِرَّ وَحدَهُ

إِذا كانَ غَيري مَن يَدُبُّ إِلى الخَمَر

Yet I, who does not pry into secrets on my own

When another creeps to the wine, I join him there

أَنا اِبنُ الَّذي أَحيا الوَئيدَ وَلَم أَزَل

أَحُلُّ بِهاماتِ اللَهاميمِ مِن مُضَر

I am the son of him who revived al-Wa'eed and I will not cease

To solve the riddles of fate however grave they are