هَذي الحَياةُ مَسافَةٌ فَاِصبِر لَها

كَيما تَبينَ وَأَنتَ غَيرُ مَلومِ

This life is a journey, so be patient with it

Until the truth becomes clear while you are blameless

مَن لي بِناجِيَةٍ سَفيهَةِ مُدلِجٍ

فَالعيسُ لَم تَحمَد ذَواتِ حُلومِ

Who can I complain to, an ignorant blamer

For the night birds did not praise the beautiful necks

روحُ الظَلومِ إِذا هَوَت فَإِذا اِرتَقَت

فَكَأَنَّما هِيَ دَعَوةُ المَظلومِ

The spirit of injustice, when it falls, and when it rises

It is as if it is the call of the wronged one

أَمّا رُكابُ الجودِ فَهيَ عَواطِبٌ

وَسَرى الأَنامُ عَلى رِكابِ اللُومِ

As for the riders of generosity, they are flirts

And people flow on the heels of blamers

في عالَمٍ أَخَذَ الإِلَهُ عُقولَهُم

فَغَدَوا جَميعُهُمُ بِلا مَعلومِ

In a world where God took their minds

So they all became without knowledge