رُبَّ فَتىً ناوَلته شيشة
فَاِستشعل القَلب بِنيرانها
Many a youth handed a pipe,
His heart kindled by its fires,
وَشاجَرت أَنفاسه ماءها
فَاِصفرّ خَوفاً وَجه دُخّانها
His breath contending with its water,
Turned sallow with fear of its smoke.
رُبَّ فَتىً ناوَلته شيشة
فَاِستشعل القَلب بِنيرانها
Many a youth handed a pipe,
His heart kindled by its fires,
وَشاجَرت أَنفاسه ماءها
فَاِصفرّ خَوفاً وَجه دُخّانها
His breath contending with its water,
Turned sallow with fear of its smoke.