أَصبَحتُ أَنشُرُ مِن شِعري بِكُلِّ يَدٍ

أَصبَحتُ أَنشُرُ مِن شِعري بِكُلِّ يَدٍ

ما كُنتُ أَطويهِ مِن ديباجَةِ الحُسنِ

ما كُنتُ أَطويهِ مِن ديباجَةِ الحُسنِ

I now unfold, with every hand, from my poetry

I have begun to spread my poetry with every hand

What I used to fold away of beauty’s brocade.

That which I was folding of the brocade of beauty

فَرَطبُهُ لِلصَديقِ الرَطبِ يَلبِسُهُ

فَرَطبُهُ لِلصَديقِ الرَطبِ يَلبِسُهُ

وَما تَحَسَّنَ مِنهُ كانَ لِلحُسنِ

وَما تَحَسَّنَ مِنهُ كانَ لِلحُسنِ

So its supple fabric is for the gentle friend to wear,

Its freshness for the fresh friend to wear

And what grew beautiful in it was for beauty.

And whatever was beautified of it was for the beautiful