حسدت على نظام الشعر بغيا
كما حسد المكاء على الصفير
I envied the rhyme and meter of poetry, just as
The owl envies the nightingale's song.
وأغنى الشعر عني في معاشي
كما يغني البكاء على القبور
Yet poetry has made me self-sufficient in my life
As weeping makes one self-sufficient at graves.
