كَأَنَّ حَياتي غُنوَةٌ جاهِلِيَّةٌ

شَدَتها اللَيالي لِلقُرونِ بِلا مَعنى

My life is like an aimless pre-Islamic ode

Whose nights the ages have tightly braided

كَأَنّي أَنا فيها شَجِيُّ غِنائِها

أَقامَ لَها ذِكرى تُغني بِها الأُذنا

As if I were in it, the bard of its song

Who made for it memories with which ears are serenaded