يا رئيسَ الدَّهرِ كن لي مُنصفاً
من خطوب الدهرِ إن الدهر خَصمي
O chief of the age, deal fairly with me
against the blows of Time—for Time is my foe.
أيُّ دهر كَرَّ من أيامه
ولياليه بشُهبٍ وبدُهم
What a Time has charged at me with its days,
and its nights—its gray steeds and its black!
ولعمري لو درى أني من
بعض غلمانك ما همَّ بظُلمي
By my life, had it known that I was one
of your young retainers, it would never have thought to wrong me.
Sol 5.6