يا ذا الذي بكلامه

أَمسى يقبِّل نفسَه

O you whose words

Have made you kiss yourself tonight

إني أغار عليك من

ك فبسّ لفظك بَسَّه

I envy you

So button up your eloquence

واعدِل بلحظِك عنك لا

يشكو أدِيمُك مسَّه

And turn your gaze from yourself, lest

Your skin complain of being touched

فالليل خالَك بدرَه

الصبح ظنَّك شَمْسَه

For the night left you its full moon

And morning mistook you for its sun

واليومُ أصبح حاسداً

غدَه عليك وأَمسَه

Today has become envious

Of its tomorrow and yesterday