أَبْصَرْتُ أَعْمَى فِي الضَّبَابِ بِلَنْدَنٍ

يَمْشِي فَلَا يَشْكُو وَلَا يَتَأَوَّهُ

I saw a blind man in the fog in London

Walking without complaining or moaning

فَأَتَاهُ يَسْأَلُهُ الْهِدَايَةَ مُبْصِرٌ

حَيْرَانُ يَخْبِطُ فِي الظَّلَامِ وَيَعْمَهُ

A seeing man came asking him for guidance

Lost, groping in the darkness, blinded

فَاقْتَادَهُ الْأَعْمَى فَسَارَ وَرَاءَهُ

أَنَّى تَوَجَّهَ خَطْوُهُ يَتَوَجَّهُ

The blind man led him and he walked behind

Wherever his steps went, he followed

وَهُنَا بَدَا الْقَدَرُ الْمُعَرْبِدُ ضَاحِكًا

وَمَضَى الضَّبَابُ وَلَا يَزَالُ يُقَهْقِهُ!

And here fate laughed out loud

The fog lifted, but kept on chuckling