لَقَد بَكَّرَت في خِفِّها وَإِزارِها

لِتَسأَلَ بِالأَمرِ الضَريرَ المُنَجِّما

She rose early, in her slipper and gown

To ask of the blind astrologer in town

وَما عِندَهُ عِلمٌ فَيُخبِرها بِهِ

وَلا هُوَ مِن أَهلِ الحِجى فَيُرَجِّما

But nothing he knew that he could tell

For he was no sage, just a peddler and swindler

يَقولُ غَداً أَو بَعدَهُ وَقعُ ديمَةٍ

يَكونُ غِياثاً أَن تَجودَ وَتَسجُما

He'd say "Tomorrow, or the day after, will rain

A downpour, if you're kind and charitable remain"

وَيوهِمُ جُهّالَ المَحَلَّةِ أَنَّهُ

يَظَلُّ لِأَسرارِ الغُيوبِ مُتَرجِما

And pretend to the ignorant folk of that place

That he held the mysteries of fate in his embrace

وَلَو سَأَلوهُ بِالَّذي فَوقَ صَدرِهِ

لَجاءَ بِمَينٍ أَو أَرَمَّ وَجَمجَما

Had they asked him of what lay beyond his chest

He'd have stumbled for words, mouth agape, at best

كَأَنَّ سَحاباً عَمَّهُم بِضَلالَةٍ

فَلَيسَ إِلى يَومِ القِيامَةِ مُنجِما

Like a cloud that leaves them in utter darkness

Till resurrection, he remains no stargazer

إِذا قالَ أَهلُ اللُبَ حانَ اِنسِفارُهُ

تَدارَكَهُ غَيمٌ سِواهُ فَأَنجَما

When scholars say "Alas, his time is ending"

Another like him emerges, their truth bending

فَإِن كُنتَ قَد وُفِّقتَ فَاِنجُ بِوِحدَةٍ

وَخَلِّ البَرايا مِن فَصيحٍ وَأَعجُما

So if you're guided, hold to oneness, uniqueness

Leave crowds for the eloquent and the speechless

وَلا تَكُ فيما يَكرَهُ القَومُ ساعِياً

وَلا مُسرِجاً في نَصرِ غَيرِكَ مُلجِما

Be not busy with what the people condemn

Or championing what isn't your cause, like them