ما زلت أسكب دمع عيني باكيا

خالي وما خالي علىّ بعائد

I still shed tears from my weeping eyes

Missing those who are gone and will not return

حتى نظرت إلى الوجود بمقلة

ذهبت غشاوتها وطرف رائد

Until I looked at existence with tired eyes

Their bleariness went away and my tears dried

فرأيت دهرا ناصبا شرك الردى

والكل يدخل في شراك الصائد

I saw time setting up traps of misery

And everyone walks into the trapper's snare

يرمى بسهم طالما حاد الورى

عنه وما هو عنهم بالحائد

It casts an arrow that long deviates people

From it, yet it does not deviate from them

فهم البلى وبنو البلى خلقوا له

وتوارثوه بائدا عن بائد

They are decay, children of decay created for it

And inherited it, from one to the next