ظَعَنَ الخَليطُ بلُبِّكَ المُتَقَسِّمِ

وَرَموكَ عَن قَوسِ الخِبالِ بِأَسهُمِ

The mixture was fermented by your divided heart

And they shot you from the bow of oblivion with their arrows

سَلَكوا عَلى صَفَرٍ كَأَنَّ حُمولَهُم

بالرَضمَتَينِ ذُرى سَفينٍ عُوَّمِ

They marched on yellow as if their burdens

Were with the two cushions the ballast of a floated ship