سَأَجعَلُ بَغضَتي لِلدَهرِ فَرَضا

وَأَسلُكُ ذَمَّهُ طولاً وَعَرضا

I will make my hatred of fate an obligation

And censure it lengthwise and crosswise

وَلِمَ لا يَستَحِقُّ الدَهرُ ذَمّاً

يُصَيِّرُ حُرَّ وَجهَ الحَرِّ أَرضا

Why should fate not deserve censure

When it turns the face of the free into the ground