لقد أصبحت في حال
يرقّ لمثلها الحجر
I have reached a state,
That would make even stone hearts soft,
مشيبٌ وافْتقار يدٍ
فلا عينٌ ولا أثر
Grey hair and lacking hands,
No eyes to see, no trace remains.
لقد أصبحت في حال
يرقّ لمثلها الحجر
I have reached a state,
That would make even stone hearts soft,
مشيبٌ وافْتقار يدٍ
فلا عينٌ ولا أثر
Grey hair and lacking hands,
No eyes to see, no trace remains.