لا أحسب المرءَ في هذا الوجود سوى

حيٍّ أليف شقاءٍ يتَّقي العدَما

I believe a man in this existence is only

A living being accustomed to misery avoiding destruction

فان تجلَّى له نُورُ الصبابة لم

يَعُد يرى البؤس همَّا والضنى سقَما

So if the light of youth appeared to him

He would no longer see distress and poverty as an illness

يرقى الى الشرف الأَعلى بخُلَّتهِ

فيحسب الارضَ بالاسعاد خيرَ سَمَا

He rises to the highest honor with his arrogance

And thinks the earth with happiness is the best sky

والعيشُ مُرٌّ فلولا ان تمازجهُ

حلاوةُ الحبّ لن يستملحَ الأَلما

And life is bitter so if not for

The sweetness of love he would not enjoy pain