وَيَقولُ ما ضاقَ الفَضاءُ وَضاقَ مِن
أَدنى الهُمومِ فَصارَ كَالسِجنِ الفَضا
And he says: The open expanse did not grow narrow; he chafed at
the slightest care, until the open expanse became like a prison.
لا ناقَةٌ عِندي يَكونُ زِمامُها
بِيَدي وَلَيسَ لِراجِلٍ أَن يَركُضا
I have no she-camel whose reins might be
in my hand; nor may a man on foot gallop.
أَما القَضاءُ فَلَست أَعرفُ سِرَّه
بل لا أَسمِّي القَضا
As for Fate, I cannot fathom its secret;
rather, I do not even name Fate.
نارُ الحَشا لا تَنطَفي لا كُنتُمُ
مِن موقِدينَ وَتَنطَفي نارُ الغَضى
The fire within my breast never dies—may you not be
among those who keep it kindled—though even ghada-wood fire dies down.
Sol 5.6