مِن مُحبٍّ شفَّهُ سَقَمُه

وتلاشَى لحمُهُ ودمُه

From a lover whose illness was cured by her kiss,

Whose flesh and blood withered away.

كاتبٌ حنّتْ صَحيفتُهُ

وبكى من رَحمةٍ قلمُه

A writer whose pages lamented,

Whose pen wept with mercy.

يرفعُ الشّكوى إلى قمرٍ

تَنْجلي عن وجههِ ظُلَمهْ

He raises his complaints to a moon

Whose darkness is uncovered from its face.

مَن لِقرنِ الشّمسِ جبْهتهُ

ولِلمعِ البَرقِ مُبْتسَمُهْ

One whose forehead is for the horn of the sun,

And whose smile is for the flash of lightning.

خَلّ عَقلي يا مُسَفِّههُ

إِنَّ عَقلي لستُ أتَّهمُهْ

You have addled my reason, O criticizer!

Indeed, I do not accuse my reason.

لِلفتى عقلٌ يعيشُ بهِ

حَيثُ تَهدي ساقَهُ قدمُهْ

The young man has a reason by which he lives,

Wherever his feet guide his legs.