1. My Master, the turns of fate preoccupy me
From worshipping with leaves on my journey
١. مَولايَ إِنَّ صَروفَ الدَهرِ تَشغَلُني
عَنِ التَعَبُّدِ بِالأَوراقِ في سَفَري
2. So the more my longing grows, the shorter my books become
Yet what fault is there in books shorter than longing?
٢. فَكُلَّما طالَ شَوقي قَصَّرَت كُتُبي
وَأَيُّ عَيبٍ لَها أَسنى مِنَ القِصَرِ