وَلَو قُبِلَ الفِدا لَكانَ يُفدى

وَإِن جَلَّ المُصابُ عَنِ التَفادي

Had ransom been accepted, he would have been ransomed

Though death's blow is too grave to be deflected

وَلَكِنَّ المُنونَ لَها عُيونٌ

تَكُدُّ لِحاظَها في الإِبتِعادِ

But death has eyes that yearn

To turn away its gaze in leaving

فَقُل لِلدَهرِ أَنتَ أَصَبتَ فَلْ

بس بِرَغمِكَ دونَنا ثَوبي حَدادِ

Say to fate: you have struck true, so let

My garb be black, though in your spite

إِذا قَدَّمَت خاتِمَةَ الرَزايا

فَقَد عَرَّضتَ سوقَكَ لِلكَسادِ

When you present the end of afflictions

You expose your market to decline