الليلُ أسهَرُهُ فَهَمِّي راتبُ

والصُّبْحُ أكرهُهُ ففيهِ نوائبُ

The night, I stay awake in reflection

And the morn, I abhor it, for in it are tribulations

فكأنَّ ذاكَ قَذًى لطرفي مُسْهِرٌ

وكأنَّ هذا فيه سيفٌ قاضبُ

As if the former were a splinter to my sleepless eye

And as if the latter had in it an unsheathed sword