وهادية بليل في نهار

ولما تبتغي يداه قوام

Tranquil at night in day's light

And a guide of night within the day,

When you seek his stature and poise

A support for what his hands desire;

فإذا ما حددت للكتب حدا

وقفت عند حدي الأقلام

If you set a limit to books

So when I set a limit for the writings,

My pens would stop at that line

The pens halt at my boundary.