وَغَزَالٍ قَضَى بِسَفْكِ دَمِي

مَا احْتِيَالي وَقدْ قَضَى القَاضِي

A gazelle decreed my blood be shed

What can I scheme when the judge has ruled

لَسْتُ أدْرِي وَقَدْ قَضَى عَبَثاً

بِاحْتِكَامٍ أنَا بِهِ رَاضِي

I know not why he decreed in vain

With a verdict I'm pleased and acquiesced

هَلْ كُسِرْنَا بِلحظِ نَاظِرِهِ

أمْ نُصِبْنَا بِفِعْلِهِ المَاضِي

Did his gaze make us buckle and break

Or his past actions make us erect and rise