ما كانَ يَكمُلُ حُرَّ ذا الد

ديوانِ حَتّى اِزدادَ قُبَّه

The free man’s poem was not complete

Until his mantle grew in size

فَكَأَنَّني فيهِ خَرو

ف شوىً وَمِن فَوقي مِكَبَّه

So it seems I stumbled in it

And over me lies its dome