يا رُبَّ أَحْوَرَ أَحْوى في مَراشِفِهِ

لَوْ جادَ بارْتِشافٍ بُرْءُ أَسْقامي

O Lord, he turned restlessly in his bed

If only with a sip he could cure my ailments

خطَّ العِذارُ لَهُ لاماً بِصَفْحَتِهِ

مِنْ أَجْلِها يَسْتَغيثُ النَّاسُ باللاَّمِ

Reproach drew a alif on his page

Because of it people cry out “Why?”