وَقَالوا ألفْتَ الكَرَى نُطْفَةً

وَبتَّ عَلَى ظَمَإٍ لِلكَرَى

They said you met misfortune as a drop

And persisted thirsting after misfortune

فَقُلتُ الهَوَى ضَافَنِي طَاوِياً

إِليَّ المَراحِلَ يَشْكُو السُّرَى

I said: passion laid me low

To me the stages complain of the secret

فَبَوَّأتُه مُقلَتِي مَنزِلاً

وَقَدَّمتُ نَوْمِي إِلَيهِ قِرَى

So I established it in the corner of my eye

And offered it my sleep as hospitality