وَقَصَّرَ آمالي مآلي إِلى الرَدى

وَأَنّي وَإِن طالَ المدى سَوفَ أهلِكُ

My hopes shortened, my fate led to decay,

Though my life be long, soon I will pass away.

فَصُنتُ بِماءِ الوَجه نَفساً أَبيةً

وَجادَت يَميني بِالَّذي كُنتُ أَملِكُ

I sustained a soul, stubborn and proud,

With water on my face, and gave what I could.