عركتني الأيامُ عَرْكَ الأديمِ

وتجاوَزْنَ بي مدى التقويم

The days have worn me out like worn leather

And surpassed me beyond time's domain

وغضَضْنَ اللحاظَ منِّيَ إلاّ

عن هلال يرنو بمقلةِ ريمِ

Lowering their gazes from me except

For a crescent moon glancing with the eye of a white antelope

لحظُهُ سُقْمُ كلِّ قلبٍ صحيحٍ

ثغرُهُ بردُ كلِّ جسمٍ سقيمِ

Its glance is the sickness of every heart that's whole

Its mouth the coolness of every ailing body