كم من يدٍ بيضاءَ في رمّك

الأوراقَ تأسو من أديمٍ جريحْ

How many a white hand in your hurling

The leaves grieve as if from wounded hide

فالصحف الملقاة من صنعها

كنماشرٍ من ظلماتِ الصفيح

So the pages cast off by their making

As pearls from the darkness of tin

أعدتها خلقاً جديداً فما

يفرق بين المبتلي والصّحيح

You prepared them a new creation, so not

To differentiate between the afflicted and the sound

ماتت معانيها فأحييتها

فأنت موسى ويداك المسيح

Their meanings died yet you revived them

You are Moses and your hands the Messiah