أَهلاً بِزائِرِ عامٍ مَرَّةً أَبَداً

لَو كانَ مِن بَشَرٍ قَد كانَ عَطّارا

Welcome, visitor of a year never to return

If he were mortal, he’d be a perfume-seller

كَأَنَّما صَبَغَتهُ وَجنَتا خَجَلٍ

قَد حَلَّ عَقدَ سَراويلٍ وَأَزرارا

As if modesty dyed and nurtured him

He undid the knot of trousers and buttons

فَلَو رَآهُ حَبيسٌ فَوقَ صَومَعَةٍ

لَقالَ في مِثلِ هَذا فَاِدخُلوا النارا

If a recluse in his cloister saw him

He'd say, for the likes of him, into the fire!