بَأَوْتُ عَلَى زَمَنِي هِمَّةً

بَأَوْتُ عَلَى زَمَنِي هِمَّةً

فَأَعْتَبَنِي الزَّمَنُ الْعَاتِبُ

فَأَعْتَبَنِي الزَّمَنُ الْعَاتِبُ

I rose proudly above my age in ambition.

I wandered in my time with determination

So reproachful time made amends to me.

Yet time, the blamer, blamed me

وَشَرَّفَنِي اللهُ فِي مَوْطِنِي

وَشَرَّفَنِي اللهُ فِي مَوْطِنِي

وَفِي بَيْتِهِ يَشْرُفُ الْكَاتِبُ

وَفِي بَيْتِهِ يَشْرُفُ الْكَاتِبُ

And God honored me in my homeland.

And God honored me in my place

And in his house the writer gains honor.

And in His house the writer is exalted