تَربصتَ بي رَيْبَ المنونِ تجرُّني

على مَطْلك الممدودِ عصراً إلى عصرِ

You spied on me with death's suspicion, dragging me

Across your outstretched plain, from day to day.

وأعْطيتني زاد المسافر عالماً

بقلةِ ما أبقى مطالُك من عمري

You gave me a traveler's provisions, knowing

How little of my life your distances left me.

ومثل امرئٍ أفنى مطالك عمرَهُ

كفاه لعمري مثل نائلك النزرِ

Like a man who spent his life crossing your deserts

The little you left me of life was enough for me.