ما زلتُ أشربُ كأسَهُ من كفّهِ

ورضابُهُ نُقْلٌ على ما أشرَبُ

I still drink from his cup in his hand

And his scolding is praise for what I drink

حتى انجلى الإصباحُ عن إظلامه

كالستر يُرفع عن مليكٍ يحجبُ

Until dawn shows its brightness

Like a veil lifted from a concealed king

والشهبُ في غربِ السماءِ سواقطٌ

كبناتِ ماءٍ في غديرٍ تَرْسُبُ

And the shooting stars in the west of the sky

Are like drops of water in a pond that settle