أَيا جَسَدي لا تَجزَعَنَّ مِنَ البِلى

إِذا صِرتَ في الغَبراءِ تُحثى وَتُنبِثُ

O my body, do not despair of decay

When you become dust and scattered remains

وَإِن كانَ هَذا الجِسمُ قَبلَ اِفتِراقِهِ

خَبيثاً فَإِنَّ الفِعلَ شَرٌّ وَأَحبَثُ

Though this body before its dissolution

Was wicked, the deed is more evil and corrupt

مَناكِبَ ساعاتي رُكِبَت فَأَبتَغي

لَباثاً وَسَيرُ الدَهرِ لا يَتَلَبَّثُ

The shoulders of my hours I rode

Seeking in vain, and time's march does not linger

نَهارٌ وَلَيلٌ عوقِبا أَنا فيهُما

كَأَنّي بِخَيطَي باطِلٍ أَتَشَبَّثُ

A day and a night I oscillated between them

As if I were a worthless thread grasping

أَظُنُّ زَماني كَونَهُ وَفَسادَهُ

وَليداً بِتُربِ الأَرضِ يَلهو وَيَعبَثُ

I think my time, its existence and corruption

A child playing in the dirt of earth, frolics and toys