كُن لِلمَكارِهِ بِالعَزاءِ مُقَطِّعاً

فَلَعَلَّ يَوماً لا تَرى ما تَكرَهُ

Sever the bonds of calamity with fortitude,

For perhaps a day may come when you see nothing you abhor.

فَلَرُبَّما اِستَتَرَ الفَتى فَتنافَسَت

فيهِ العُيونُ وَإِنَّهُ لَمُمَوَّهُ

How often a man is veiled, and eyes compete for him,

While in truth he is merely a gilded counterfeit.

وَلَرُبَّما اِختَزَنَ الكَريمُ لِسانَهُ

حَذَرَ الجَوابِ وَإِنَّهُ لَمُفَوَّهُ

And how often the noble man imprisons his tongue,

Wary of the consequence, though he is masterfully articulate.

وَلَرُبَّما اِبتَسَمَ الوَقورُ مِنَ الأَذى

وَفُؤادُهُ مَن حَرِّهِ يَتَأَوَّهُ

And how often the dignified man smiles at the injury,

While his heart, from the searing heat, groans in agony.