1. رَبِّ قَد ضاقَتِ النُفو

    سُ وَقَد قَلَّتِ الحِيَل

    My Lord, souls have grown distressed,

    and ways out have grown few.

  2. فَلَكٌ لا يَدورُ إِ

    لّا بِما تَشتَهي السفَل

    A celestial sphere that does not turn—

    except as the ignoble desire.