كَأَنّي إِذا مُتُّ لَم أَضطَرِب

تَزينُ المَخيلَةُ أَعطافيَة

As if when I die I won't be troubled,

Imagination adorns its fringes,

وَلَم أَسلُبِ البيضَ أَبدانَها

وَلَم يَكُن اللّهوُ مِن باليَه

And I don't strip the eggs of their bodies,

Nor was frivolity ever on my mind.