رُوَيدَكِ يا سَحابَةُ لا تَجودي

عَلى السَبخاتِ مِن جَهلٍ هَمَيتِ

Slow down, O cloud, do not be so generous

Watering the deserts out of ignorance, you have erred

طَلَبتِ دِيانَةً بَينَ البَرايا

لَقَد أَشوَت سِهامُكَ إِذ رَمَيتِ

Seeking religion in the wilderness

Indeed your arrows went astray when you shot them

تَزَيّوا بِالتَصَوّفِ عَن خِداعٍ

فَهَل زُرتِ الرِجالَ أَو اِعتَمَيتِ

Disguised in Sufism, deceitfully

Did you visit men or are you blind?

وَقاموا في تَواجُدِهِم فَداروا

كَأَنَّهُمُ ثِمالٌ مِن كُمَيتِ

And they stood in their gatherings and circled around

As if they were idols from a shrine

وَما رَقَصوا حِذاراً مِن إِلهٍ

وَلا يَبغونَ إِلّا ما حَمَيتِ

They did not dance in awe of a god

But desire only what you have offered

وَجَدتُ الناسَ مَيتاً مِثلَ حَيٍّ

بِحُسنِ الذِكرِ أَو حَيّاً كَمَيتِ

I found people to be dead like the living

In good remembrance, or alive like the dead