أَتَهزَأُ بِالدُعاءِ وَتَزدَريهِ

وَما تَدري بِما صَنَعَ الدُّعاءُ

You mock prayer and spurn it

Yet you know not what prayer can do

سِهامُ اللَيلِ لا تُخطِي وَلَكِن

لَها أَمَدٌ وَلِلأَمَدِ اِنقِضاءُ

The arrows of night miss their mark

But time will run its course and end their flight