إني نظرتُ إلى نفسي بعين رضى

فقهقهتُ عجباً مني لجهلي بها

I looked upon my soul with pleased eyes

I laughed in wonder at my ignorance of it

وأقبلتْ نحو عقلي كي تعاتبه

أعاقلا نفسه يرضى بمذهبها

And it turned to my reason to reproach it

Is this reasonable, to be pleased with its ways?

كيفَ الرضى وهو ذو مكر وذو خدعٍ

دليلنا ما بدا لي من تعجبا

How can there be contentment when there is deceit and cunning

What appeared to me was a sign of my astonishment