هَل أَنتَ عَلى باقي جَناح كسرته

وَريش الذنابي مُستَقل فَطاير

Are you still flying on your broken wing

While free-flying sparrows have their feathers intact?

وَكَيف يَطير الصَقر أَودى جَناحه

كَسيراً وَغالَت دابريه المَقادر

How can the falcon fly when one wing is injured,

Moving slowly, though destiny has been cruel?

لَقَد كُنتُ مِما أَحداث الدَهر آمِنا

أَلا لَيتَني ضُمَّت عَليَّ المَقابر

I used to feel secure from the blows of fate,

Oh, would that I were in the grave!