في بَدوِ صَبابَتي لِفَرطِ الأَلَمِ

جاري لِصُعودِ زَفرَتي لَم يَنَمِ

In the prime of my youth because of intense pain

No one could sleep when I loudly sighed

فاِزدَدتُ صَبابَةً وَلا جنَّة لي

كالعودِ دخانه اِنتَفى بِالضَرمِ

My youth increased but it brought no reprieve

Like a flaming stick that gave off smoke when ignited