جَدَثٌ أُريحُ وَأَستَريحُ بِلَحدِهِ

خَيرٌ مِنَ القَصرِ الَّذي آذى بِهِ

A grave I dig and find rest in its pit

Better than a palace that harmed me with it

وَصَدَقتُ هَذا العَيشَ في حُبّي لَهُ

وَاِغتَرَّني بِخِداعِهِ وَكِذابِهِ

And I believed this life in my love of it

Yet it deceived me with its lies and cheating

وَجَذَبتُ مِن مَرَسِ الحَياةِ مُغارَهُ

فَالآنَ أَخشى البَتُّ عِندَ جِذابِهِ

And I pulled from life's thread its caverns

Now I fear unraveling at its pulling

وَلَأَشرَبَنَّ مِنَ الحِمامِ كُؤوسَهُ

ما بَينَ جامِدِهِ وَبَينَ مُذابِهِ

And I will drink from the pigeons its cups

Between its frozen and its molten state

عَذبٌ يُعَذِّبُني البَقاءُ وَلِلرَدى

يَومٌ يُخَلِّصُ مِن فُنونِ عَذابِهِ

Sweetly torturing is remaining, but for doom

A day that saves me from all torments