هُمومي أَراها اليَومَ مِن أَمسِها أَسمى

فَلا يَذكُرِ العُذّالُ هِنداً وَلا أَسما

My worries today seem higher than yesterday's

So let not the blamer mention India or names

وَما كُنتُ أَيّامَ الشَبابِ بِجاهِلٍ

وَلَكِن يَومَ الشَيبِ قَد زادَني عِلما

I was not ignorant in my youthful days

But in old age, knowledge has increased in me

مَضى أَمسِ عِنّي وَاِنقَضى اليَومُ بَعدَهُ

وَلَيسَ غَدٌ مِنّي فَلِمْ أَحمِلُ الهَمّا

Yesterday passed from me, today vanished after it

And tomorrow is not mine, so why do I worry?

أَما تَشبَعُ الأَيّام لَحمي عَرَقتَهُ

عَنِ العَظمِ حَتّى تَصْدَعَ اللَحمَ وَالعَظما

Are not the days sated with my flesh they perspired

From the bone till they shatter both flesh and bone?

قَضى الجَورُ عَدلاً بَينَ جِسمي وَقَلبِهِ

زَمانَ يُوَفّي ذا وَذا الهَمّ وَالسُقما

Injustice made justice between my body and heart

An era that gives this one and that worry and ill

وَهانَ عَلَيَّ الحادِثانِ كِلاهُما

فَلا أُسمِعُ الأَيامَ حَمداً وَلا ذَمّا

And both occurrences became easy for me

So I make the days hear no praise or blame

تَوَطَّأَ مِنّي صَخرَةً وَتَظُنُّها

إِذا آهِ لَم أُعلِن بِها صَخرَةَ صَمّا

It oppresses me like a rock and thinks

If I sigh, I will not reveal it is a deaf rock

وَما تَعرِفُ الأَيّامُ قَدري لِجَهلِها

وَإِنّي وَإِبّاها لَكالشَمسِ وَالأَعمى

The days know not my value in their ignorance

While I and they are like the sun and blind

وَكُنتُ أَرى بِالأَمسِ دَهري مُحارِباً

إِلى أَن عَلِمتُ اليَومَ أَن كانَ لي سِلما

I used to see my fate as an adversary

Until today I knew it had made peace with me

وَما كانَ إِلّا ظالِماً غَيرَ أَنَّهُ

تَفاوَتَ في يَومَيهِ إِذ زادَني ظُلما

It was but unjust, except that

Its days differed, as it increased my injustice