ومقدّم فى القوم تطلب فى السرى

آثاره ولدى المقام جواره

And foremost among the people you seek in intimacy

Its traces, and at the abode its neighbor

وقد ارتدى بردا تقى منع الهوا

من ان يشين بظلمة أسراره

And he has worn a cloak protecting from the passions

Lest it defile the darkness of his secrets

فى الليل بيت الشعر منزله به

من كل ناحية ترى انواره

In the night the house of poetry is his abode therein

From every side you see its lights

لهداية السارين فى غسق الدجى

وكرامة النزال توقد ناره

To guide those walking in the gloom of night

And to honor the guest, he kindles his fire

ولنفع صاحبه تراه عاريا

يطوى الضلوع على طواه نهاره

And for the benefit of its owner you see it bare

Folding its ribs over the length of its day