نَزَلوا مَركَزَ النَدى وَذُراه

وَعَدَتنا مِن دونِ ذاكَ العَوادي

They descended to the center of Nada and its seeds

And our return was shorter than that, without this return

غَيرَ أَنَّ الرُبى إِلى سُبُلِ الأَن

واءِ أَدنى وَالحَظُ حَظُ الوِهادِ

Except that the distances to the paths of man

Are less, and the destiny is the destiny of oblivion