إِنَّ الزَمانَ وَما يَفنى لَهُ عَجَبٌ

أَبقى لَنا ذَنَباً وَاِستُؤصِلَ الراسُ

Time and all that fades for it are strange indeed

It left for us sin while heads were made to bleed

أَبقى لَنا كُلَّ مَجهولٍ وَفَجَّعَنا

بِالحالِمينَ فَهُم هامٌ وَأَرماسُ

It left all unknowns while it made us grieve

For dreamers, who now rave and roam like steeds

إِنَّ الجَديدَينِ في طولِ اِختِلافِهِما

لا يَفسُدانِ وَلَكِن يَفسُدُ الناسُ

These two, old and new, though long opposed in rows

Decay not themselves - the people's virtue goes