تُهَدِّدُني عِجلٌ وَما خِلتُ أَنَّني

خَلاةٌ لِعجلٍ وَالصَليبُ لَها بَعلُ

A hasty people threaten me, yet I have not been empty of that I am

A bride for haste, and for it the Cross is a husband

وَما خِلتُني وَالدَهرُ فيهِ عَجائِبٌ

أُعَمَّرُ حَتّى قَد تُهَدِّدُني عِجلُ

I have not been emptied while time has within it wonders

I live until haste itself threatens me

وَتُوعدُني بِالقَتل منهم عِصابَةٌ

وَلَيسَ لَهُم في العِزِّ فَرعٌ وَلا أَصلُ

And a rabble among them threatens me with death

Yet for them in glory there is neither branch nor origin

وَعِجلٌ أَسوَدٌ في الرَخاءِ ثَعالِبُ

إِذا التقتِ الأَبطالُ واختلفَ النَبلُ

And black is haste in prosperity, foxes

When the heroes meet and the nobles differ

فان تَلقَنا عِجلٌ هناكَ فَما لَنا

وَلا لهمُ مِ المَوتِ منجىً وَلا وَعلُ

So if we meet haste there, for us, and for them

From death is there no refuge, no way to evade