تَعَوَّدتُ مَسَّ الضَرِّ حَتّى أَلِفتُهُ

وَأَسلَمَني طولُ البَلاءِ إِلى الصَبرِ

I have become accustomed to the touch of harm, until I made peace with it,

And the length of affliction has led me to patience,

وَوَسَّع صَدري لِلأَذى كَثرَةُ الأَذى

وَكانَ قَديماً قَد يَضيقُ بِهِ صَدري

And the frequency of hurt has expanded my chest to bear pain,

When once my chest would be straitened by it,

إِذا أَنا لَم أَقبَل مِنَ الدَهرِ كُلَّ ما

أُلاقيهِ مِنهُ طالَ عَتَبي عَلى الدَهرِ

If I do not accept from fate all that

I encounter from it, my reproach of fate is prolonged.