1. أقول لِلَّهْوِ والصَّهباء قد مَنَعتْ

    صَفْواً على رَغْمِ أنْفٍ للخَلِيعِ عَفَا

    I say in jest, while tawny wine has withheld

    Pure delight, despite the libertine’s nose, now worn away:

  2. أغاب إبْلِيسُ مِن هذا المُصابِ لنا

    ما ذاك إلاَّ لِطُولِ العمر قد خَرِفَا

    Has Iblis absented himself from this calamity of ours?

    It is only that, through his long life, he has grown senile.