حَمَلتُ ثِقلَ اللَيالي في بَني زَمَني

فَقَد ظَلِلنا بِذاكَ الثِقلِ نُحّاطا

I carried the burden of nights in my time's sons

So we were shaded by that weight surrounded

لَو حاطَنا اللَهُ لَم نَحفِل بِمَرزِيَةٍ

وَكَيفَ يَخشى رَزايا الدَهرِ مَن حاطا

Had God protected us we'd not care for bleakness

And how would one protected by God dread fate's calamities