إِصرِف شَرابي قَد هَجَرتُ كُؤوسُهُ

شَهرَ الصِيامِ وَإِعفُني مِن مائِهِ

Pour me a drink, for I have shunned its cups

during the fasting month of Ramadan. Spare me of its water,

فَأَراقَ مِن إِبريقِهِ لي شَربَةً

كَالنارِ تُشرِقُ في دُجى ظَلمائِهِ

for he has poured me from his pitcher a drink

like fire flashing in the gloom of darkness.

وَهِلالُ شَوّالٍ يَلوحُ ضِيائُهُ

وَبناتُ نَعشٍ وَقَّفَت بِإِزائِهِ

The crescent moon of Shawwal gleams brightly

while funeral processions pause in its glow.

كَبَنانِهِ مِن مُخلِصٍ لَمّا بَدا

وَجهُ الوَزيرِ دَعا بِطولِ بَقائِهِ

Like a youth from a loyal beloved when he appeared,

and the minister's face called for his long life.