مَن لصبٍّ فوق فَرشِ ضَنىً

أبداً فَبُرؤه يَنتكس

For one caught off guard upon bedding of ease

His conscience will never find peace

جَفنُه بالدَمع مُنطَلقٌ

وكَراه عنهُ مُحتَبس

His eyes spilling with unrestrained tears

While his hatred for it, he tries to appease,

جَهل العُذّالُ مَوضِعَه

فهداهُم نَحوه النَفَس

The tormentors, not knowing where it hurts

Led by their whims, his pains increase