لا تُنْكري شعثي ولو حُسِبَتْ

تلكَ البُرودُ هَوابيَ الرَّمْسِ

Do not deny my disheveled state even if it's judged

Those colds are the dust of fortune's decline

فالحظُّ قد غَطَّى مَطالِعَهُ

بُخْلُ الملوكِ وعِزَّةُ النَّفْسِ

For fate has veiled its rise

With the kings' stinginess and pride

ولقد شكوْتُ الأمس قبل غَدٍ

وأتى غَدٌ فشكرْتُ للأمسِ

And yesterday I complained of tomorrow

Yet tomorrow came, so I thanked yesterday