كم قيلَ لي إذْ دُعيتُ شمساً

لا بُدَّ للشْمسِ من طُلوعِ

How often I was told, when I was called a sun:

“A sun must surely rise.”

فَكانَ ذاكَ الطُّلوعُ داءً

يَرقا إلى السّطحِ منْ ضلوعي

But that rising proved to be an illness,

Climbing from my ribs to the surface.