يَا قَلْبُ مَهْمَا رَمَاكَ الدَّهْرُ عَنْ غَرَضٍ

بِنَكْبَةٍ أبْدَلَتْكَ الزَّيْنَ بِالشَّيْنِ

O heart, though fate may thwart your dearest aim

And change your joy to grief, your good to shame,

لاَ تَخْشَ عُسْراً فَإنَّ اليُسْرَ يَغْلُبُهُ

وَلَيْسَ يُغْلَبُ عُسْرٌ بَيْنَ يُسْرَيْنِ

Fear not affliction that must pass away;

Between two joys a sorrow cannot stay.