أَفطِر وَصُم وَأَفطِر خائِفاً

صَومُ المَنِيَّةِ لَهُ إِفطارُ

Fast and fast while in fear

The fast from death has a breakfast

وَأُراعُ مِن تِربي وَلا أَرتاعُ مِن

تُربي وَفي قُربِ الأَنيسِ خِطارُ

I'm wary of my soil yet not wary

Of my soil, though near a loved one there is danger

مَن كَالصَعيدِ الحُرِّ مِن أَبنائِهِ

زَهرُ الرَبيعِ وَرَوضُهُ المِعطارُ

One who is like free soil among its sons

Is the flower of spring and its fragrant meadow

وَكَأَنَّ في كَفِّ الزَمانِ بِنَورِهِ

قُطُراً تُعَمُّ بِنَشرِهِ الأَقطارُ

As if in the hand of time, with its light

Were drops that spread with their scattering the horizons

مُتَمَطِّرينَ إِلى الخِيانَةِ وَالأَذى

وَهُمُ السَحائِبُ مالَها إِمطارُ

Inclined toward treachery and harm

While they are the clouds, not prone to rain

وَمِنَ الفَضيلَةِ لِلجَوامِدِ أَنَّها

لا حِسَّ يَتبَعُها وَلا أَوطارُ

Of virtues for solids, that they

Have no feelings to follow them or habits

تَخِذَ الغُرابُ عَلى المَفارِقِ مَوقِعاً

وَلَقَد عَلِمتُ بِأَنَّهُ سَيُطارُ

The crow takes as its place the separations

And I knew that it would soon fly away