ويومِ سَعْدٍ حَسَنِ البِشْرِ

عَذْبِ السَّجايا طَيِّبَ النَّشْرِ

On a day of joy, beautiful of face

Sweet of temperament, good of nature

لم تَقْذَ عيني بأذاهُ ولم

يَطِرْ فُؤادي بيَدِ الذُّعْرِ

My eyes were not hurt by its harm, nor

Did my heart flutter with fear

ولم يَرُعْني لا ولا ساءَني

كعادةِ الأيامِ في الشرِّ

It did not disturb me, nor did it worry me

As is the way of days amidst evil

شبَّهْتُهُ منتزعاً من يد ال

أحداثِ ذات الشرِّ والضرِّ

I imagined it snatched from the hands

Of events full of harm and calamity

باللبنِ السائغ ذاكَ الذي

من بينِ فرثٍ ودمٍ يجري

Like delicious milk that flows

From between dung and blood