ألا يا أيّها العاذ

لُ دع لومي وتغبيني

O you who blame me, cease your reproaches,

Hark, O you who casts the blame,

And let me be, for I have no clay

Cease your rebuke and stop disparaging me,

وذر عذلي فما عندي

لمسحاتِك من طينِ

With which to reshape myself and conform

Leave off your scolding, for I have

To the mould your fingers devise.

No clay to satisfy your trowel.