وَلَيلَةٍ زارَني فَقيهٌ

في رُشدِهِ لَيسَ بِالفَقيهِ

One night a learned man visited me

In his wisdom, he was no sage

رَأى بِيُمنايَ كَأسَ خَمرٍ

فَظَلَّ يَنأى وَيَتَّقيهِ

He saw a cup of wine in my right hand

So he shunned it wary of sin

فَقُلتُ هَلّا فَقالَ كَلّا

فَقُلتُ لِمَ لا فَقالَ إيهِ

I said, why not? He said, no way

I said, why not? He said, shame!

ما ذاكَ فَنّي فَقُلتُ عَدلٌ

أَنَزِّهُ الكَأسَ عَن سَفيهِ

I said it's justice, he's no fool

To presume the cup's vice within