وَلَيسَ عَجيباً إِن طَغَت أَعيُنُ الحِمى

وَقَد أَكسَبَتها الجودَ أَنمُلُكَ العَشرُ

And it's no wonder that the eyes of fever are flooded

When your ten fingers have taught them generosity

إِذا عَلِّمَت كَفّاكَ جَلمَدَهُ النَدى

فَلَيسَ لِعَينٍ لَم يَفِض ماؤُها عُذرُ

If your palm has learned the coldness of dew

No excuse remains for an eye that hasn't overflowed