خَليلَيَّ إِنّي قَد أَرانِيَ ناعِيا

لَكَم صَحوَ نَفسي فَاِترُكوا صَحوَها لِيا

My friend, I now see myself as one awaking

How often my soul has sobered, so leave its sobering be

أَلَم يَكُ في شَرطِ السُقاةِ عَلَيكُما

بِأَنَّ النَدامى تَترُكُ العَقلَ واهِيا

Was it not a condition of the water-drawers upon you

That the penitent leave reason weakened and confused