ان أصبحت هممى فى الافق عالية

فان حظى ببطن الارض ملتصق

If my aspirations in the horizon grew high

My lot in the belly of the earth would stick

كم يفعل الدهر بى ما لا أسر به

وكم يسيىء زمان جائر حنق

How much time does to me what I don't reveal

And how much an unjust time wrongs, sullen

كم نفخة لى على الايام من ضجر

تكاد من حرها الايام تحترق

How many breaths for me from the days of annoyance

Almost from its heat the days ignite