وليلةٍ مِنْ نَقَماتِ الدَّهْرِ

قطَّعتُها نَزْرَ الكَرى والصَّبرِ

And on a night of fate's cruel blows

I bore it, though with scarce repose,

مُكَلَّمَ الصَّدْرِ جَريحَ النَّحرِ

مُقَسَّماً بينَ أعادٍ خُزْرِ

Wounded in breast, in throat my woes,

Mid foes like lions with bloody clothes,

كُمْتٍ إذا عايَنتَها وشُقْرِ

كأنها آثارُها في الأُزرِ

Mute if you saw them and with toes

Blue-black, as if tattooed in those.