أَرى بَصرِي قَد قلَّ إِذ صِرتُ مُبتَلىً

بِدائِرَةٍ مِنها لِوَجهي بَراقِعُ

My sight has weakened since I fell ill

With a veil over my face of three colors

ثَلاثَةُ أَلوانٍ فَأَبيضُ أَمهَقٌ

وَأَسودُ غِربيبٌ وَأَصفَرُ فاقِعُ

One white and faded, another black like a raven

And yellow like jaundice over my visage

وَكُنتُ أَرى الخَطَّ الدَقيقَ إِذا بَدا

ظَلامٌ وَلَحظي باهِرُ النورِ باقِعُ

Once I could see the finest of lines whenever

They appeared, though now my bright gaze is veiled

فَصِرتُ أَرى مالا أَنيسَ لِمُقلَتي

كَأَنَّ الدِيارَ الآهلاتِ بلاقِعُ

So I see nothing pleasant to delight my eye

As if the lived-in homes are abandoned and vacant

وَجرِّعتُ شَهداً يَومَ لا لي لَذةً

وَقِدماً سُقيتُ السمَ وَالسمُّ ناقِعُ

I tasted bitterness on a day of no pleasure for me

And was made to drink poison, yes, poison most bitter

سَأَصبِرُ للأَمرِ الَّذي جاءَ ناظِري

وَأَعلمُ أَن ما قَدَّرَ اللَهُ واقِعُ

I will be patient with what has befallen my sight

And know that what God decrees shall come to pass

وَمَن مَزَقت أَيدي النَوائبِ حالَهُ

يَكونُ لَهُ مِن رَحمَةِ اللَهِ واقِعُ

Whoever's state is torn by the hands of misfortune

Will find mercy from God awaiting him still

وَمَن كانَ مَسروراً بِمَوقِعِ زلةٍ

تَكونُ لَهُ بِالسَوءِ مِنها مَواقِعُ

Whoever rejoices at another's stumble

Will stumble himself into misfortune and ill

وَمَن لَم يُرَع يَوماً لِخَطبٍ أَصابَهُ

تُصِبهُ عَلى مَرِّ الزَمانِ مَواقِعُ

Whoever does not heed the disasters he faces

Will be struck down repeatedly over time's expanse

وَكُلّ خَطيب في النَوائِبِ مُفحِمٍ

وَهُم في رَخاءِ العَيشِ فُصحٌ مَساقِعُ

For every skillful speaker made mute by calamity

Babbles freely when fortune grants him advance

وَعِشرةُ هَذا الناسِ تَقضِي اِحتِمالَهُم

عَلى الغُبنِ أَو تَجري لَدَيهم فَراقِعُ

Long association with people will test their patience

For wrongs suffered, or part them through separation