1. كَم قَد تَناوَلتُ اللِذاذَ مِن كُتُب

    وَالدَهرُ مَسكونُ الحَوادِثِ وَالنُوَب

    How often I have savored the delights of books,

    While time’s misfortunes and calamities lay still,

  2. في لَيلَةٍ قَمراءَ تَحسُبُ أَنَّها

    تُلقي عَلى الآفاقِ أَردِيَةً قَصَب

    On a moonlit night that you would think

    Was casting robes of fine linen over the horizons.