رجاؤُكَ فلساً قَد غَدا في حَبائِلي

قَنيصاً رَجاءٌ لِلنِتاجِ مِن العقمِ

Your hope has become a coin in my ropes

A hope for progeny from barrenness

أَأَتعبُ في تَحصيله وَأُضيعه

إِذن كُنتُ مُعتاضاً مِن البرءِ بالسقمِ

Shall I toil to obtain it and lose it?

Then I was diseased with wellness by illness