1. Oh, many a case which made me grieve, and want
Between my ribs complaining cried and moaned!
١. أَلا رُبَّ أَمرٍ قَد تَرِبتُ وَحاجَةٍ
لَها بَينَ أَحشاءِ الضُلوعِ عَويلُ
2. But Fate gave not my secret thoughts relief,
Till Time had turned distress to comfort grown.
٢. فَلَم تَلبَثِ الأَيّامُ أَن عادَ عُسرُها
لِيُسرٍ وَنَجحٍ وَالأُمورُ تَحولُ