رجَعتُ لنفسِي فاتَّهمَتُ حَصَاتي

وما خِلتُ أنِّي قد تَضِيعُ شَكَاتي

I returned to myself, so I blamed my pebbles,

And I knew that soon my sorrows would scatter.

حَسِبتُ حَياتي تبقَى بعدَ بلاَئِها

وناديتُ قَومي فاحتَسَبتُ حَياتي

I thought my life would remain after its afflictions,

And I called my people, so I counted my life.

رَمونِي بعُقمٍ في الشَّبَاب ولَيتَنِي

رَموني بعُقمٍ عِند قُربِ مَماتِي

They accused me of barrenness in my youth, if only

They had accused me of barrenness nearing my death.

جَزعتُ له من مُفجِعِ القَولِ لَيتنِي

عَقِمتُ فلم أجزَع لقولِ عُدَاتِي

I grieved for him from the grief of words, if only

I was barren, so I would not grieve the words of my enemies.