مراتبُ الدهر بأتعاسِه

تغصّصُ الحرّ بأنفاسه

The turns of fate with its misfortunes,

The heat's intensity with its breaths,

لم يبق من مكروهه غصّةٌ

إلا سقانيها ومن باسه

No bitterness was left from its troubles,

Except it quenched me with it and with its affliction.