كتبتُ من صومعةٍ

تسمحُ بالقوت العَسِرْ

I wrote from a monastery

That provides barely enough to live

والدهرُ من جفائِهِ

يلبس لي جلدَ النَّمِرْ

And time in its harshness

Dresses me in a tiger's skin

فماءُ عيشي كَدِرٌ

ونجمُ حالي مُنْكدِرْ

So the water of my life is murky

And the star of my state gloomy