أَلا رُبَّ أَمرٍ قَد تَرِبتُ وَحاجَةٍ

لَها بَينَ أَحشاءِ الضُلوعِ عَويلُ

Oh, many a case which made me grieve, and want

Between my ribs complaining cried and moaned!

فَلَم تَلبَثِ الأَيّامُ أَن عادَ عُسرُها

لِيُسرٍ وَنَجحٍ وَالأُمورُ تَحولُ

But Fate gave not my secret thoughts relief,

Till Time had turned distress to comfort grown.