لقد ضجرتُ منَ الدنيا، وما ضَجِرَتْ

للآنَ تُحرقُني فيها الأخاديدُ

I'm weary of this world, though it is not weary of me;

Now in it, desires burn me up like glowing coals.

كأنّني غُصّةٌ في صدرِ مُغتَربٍ

يمشي بأُبَّهَةٍ.. والحَيْلُ مهدودُ!

I'm like a lump in the breast of an exile far from home

Who wanders idly with no tricks left up his sleeve!