1. إِن تَجنِ يَدُ الدَهرِ أَذىً لا غَروا

    فالمُرُّ يُصيبُ من تَعاطى الحَلوى

    If the hand of fate inflicts harm, it is no wonder.

    For bitterness befalls whoever has partaken of sweets.

  2. دَهري بِلسان حاله يأمرني

    إِشرَب رَنَقاً فَقَد شربتَ الصَفوا

    My fate, in the language of its condition, commands me:

    “Drink the murky draught, for you have already drunk the clear.”