آه كم قد شقيت من جرَب الجس

م وكم ذا حالي به مفروق

Oh how I have suffered from the wounds of fate

And how much my state with it is estranged

خلقَ الناس كلّهم من ترابٍ

وكأني من الحصى مخلوق

All people were created from dust

Yet I seem to be made from pebbles