وَساعة بِلِسان الحال قائِلَة

لَما تَمَثل في أَجزائِها الفلك

And an hour speaks with the tongue of circumstance

When the celestial sphere appears through its parts

الناس تحسب ساعاتي وَما عَلِموا

بِأَن أَعمارهم تَمضي وَما مَلَكوا

People think my hours, though they know not

That their lives pass and they have no control