الحَمدُ لِلَّهِ عَلى ما أَرى
مِن قَدَرِ اللَهِ الَّذي يَجري
Praise be to God for what I see
Praise be to God for what I see
of God's decree as it runs its course.
Of the decree of God that flows
ما كانَ ذا العالَمُ مِن عالَمي
يَوماً وَلا ذا الدَهرُ مِن دَهري
This world was never my world,
Never was this world one of my two worlds
not for a day, nor this age my age.
Nor was this life ever one of my two lives
يَعتَرَضُ الحِرمانُ في مَطلَبي
وَيَحكُمُ الخَزّارُ في شِعري
Deprivation stands in the way of my pursuit,
Deprivation disputes my quest
and al-Khazzār judges my poetry.
While the critic passes judgement on my poetry
Sol 6.1