يُغني الفَتى مَلبَسٌ يُسَتِّرُهُ

وَقُوَتُهُ في دُجى الظَلامِ فَقَط

The youth is clothed in a garment that hides him

And his sustenance is only in the gloom of darkness

وَحَظُّهُ أَن يَكونَ مُنفَرِداً

كَطائِرٍ لا يُراعُ أَينَ سَقَط

His fortune is to be alone

Like a bird that does not care where it has fallen

لا يَلقُطُ الحَبَّ مِن زُروعِهِمُ

وَإِن رَأى حِبَّةَ النَباتِ لَقَط

He does not pick up grains from their crops

And if he sees a seedling, he takes it

فَذاكَ لَو طارَ في غَمامَتِهِ

لَما أَصابَ الجَناحَ مِنهُ نُقَط

For if he flew in his cloud

No drops would touch his wing