كانَ لِنَفسي أَمَلٌ فَاِنقَضى

فَأَصبَحَ اليَأسُ لَها مَعرِضا

I had hope for myself, but it vanished

And despair became indifferent to me

أَسخَطَني دَهرِيَ بَعدَ الرِضا

وَاِرتَجَعَ العُرفَ الَّذي قَد مَضى

The days have angered me after being pleased

And took back the intimacy that had passed

لَم يَظلِمِ الدَهرُ وَلَكِنَّهُ

أَقرَضَني الإِحسانَ ثُمَّ اِقتَضى

Time did not wrong me, but

It lent me kindness, then demanded repayment