جاءَ الشِتاءُ وَلَيسَ عِندي جُبَّةٌ

فَطَفقتُ أَطلُبُ دارَ الدينِ

Winter came and I had no coat

So I began to seek the abode of faith

فَتَصَحَّفَت لَمّا فَراها حَبَّةً

فَبَدا يُواصِلُ زَفرَةً بِأَنينِ

It seemed to him a beloved when he saw it

So he started moaning with sorrow

وَشَكا نِياطَ فُؤادِهِ وَحَرارَةً

في قَلبِهِ تُربي عَلى سِجّينِ

He complained of the flames in his heart

That were raised on the firewood of captivity

وَغَدَت فَرائِصُهُ تَهزُّ كَأَنَّها

سَعَفٌ عَرَتهُ الريحُ في تشرينِ

His ribs shook as if they were

Reeds that the wind had blown in October

يَنسى فَيَسكُنُ ما بِهِ وَتَعودُهُ ال

ذِكرى فَيُصرَعُ صَرعَةَ المَجنونِ

He would forget and be still from what was in him

Then memories would return and he would collapse like a madman

فَشَكَرتُ رَبّي لَو قَراها جُبَّةً

لَقَتلتُهُ عَمداً بِلا سِكّينِ

I thanked my Lord that if he had read it as a coat

I would have deliberately killed him without a knife

وَخَرَجتُ أَمشي القَهقَري مُتَسَتِّراً

بِقرونِ حاجِبِهِ الزَكي اِبنِ القيني

And I went out walking quickly while hiding

Behind the horns of his handsome eyebrow, the son of al-Qayni