لَيسَ لِوالِدَةٍ هَوءُهَا

وَلا قَولُها لاِبنِها دَعَدعِ

A mother's care cannot protect her son,

Nor can her words to him, however wise.

تَطوفُ وَتَحذَرُ أَحوالَهُ

وَغَيرُك أَملَكُ بِالمَصرَعِ

She watches over him and fears for him,

Yet another controls his fate and demise.

تُوَلوِلُ أَن غالَها دَهرُها

بِريبِ المَكارِهِ بِالأَروعِ

She frets as time treats him unkindly,

With constant blows of misfortune and woe.

وَكلُّ فتىً عاشَ في غِبطَةٍ

يَصيرُ إِلى الجَدَثِ الأَسفَعِ

All who live in ease will eventually go

To the narrow grave, six feet below.

فَأقسِمُ أَبرَحُ في غارَةٍ

مُغَزَّرةِ النَّفسِ بالمُكرِعِ

I swear I will raid in a night attack,

With my determined soul filled with ire,