يا واعِظي بِالصَمتِ ما لَكَ لا

تُلقي إِلَيَّ حَديثَكَ اللَذا

O my silent preacher, why do you not

Recite to me your sweet words?

إِنَّ الجَديدَينِ اللَذَينِ هُما

سِبقانِ بَذّاتي وَما بُذّا

The two new ones, who are

My own unprompted compositions, not coached ones,

كَالنابِلَينِ غَدَت سِهامُهُما

لَيسَت مُرَيَّشَةً وَلا قُذّا

Are like archers whose arrows

Are not fledged or barbed,

وَكَأَنَّ لِلساعاتِ أَجنِحَةً

فَإِخالُهُنَّ بِها قَطاً حُذّا

And it is as if the hours have wings

So that sending them is like releasing a trained hunting cat.

قَدَرٌ يُنادي الحَتفَ مِن كَثَبٍ

دَع ذا إِلى الميقاتِ أَو خُذ ذا

Fate calls out from a hillock:

"Leave this one for its time or take that one!"

أَمَلي بَياضُ الصُبحِ أَنبَتَهُ

وَعَهِدتُه بِالأَمسِ مُنجَذّا

The whiteness of dawn sprouted my hopes

And I had entrusted them to the gloaming, snatched away.

خَلِّ السَرورَ لِمَن يُعَزُّ بِهِ

وَاِعبُد إِلهَكَ واحِداً فَذّا

Let joy be for him who is honored by it,

And worship your God, matchless and peerless.