حورِفتُ في كُلِّ مَطلوبٍ هَمَمتُ بِهِ

حَتّى زَهِدتُ فَما خُلّيتُ وَالزُهُدا

I was turned from all I aspired to

Until I lost interest, yet I was not set free from aspiration

فَالحَمدُ لِلَّهِ صابي ما يُزايِلُني

وَلَستُ أَصدُقُ إِن سَمَّيتُهُ شُهُدا

So praise be to Allah if I am hit by an arrow

And I would not be truthful if I called it honey

وَما أَظُنُّ جِنانَ الخُلدِ يُدرِكُها

إِلّا مَعاشِرُ كانوا في التُقى جُهدا

And I don't think the gardens of immortality can be attained

Except by those who strove hard in piety

يَمضي النَهارُ فَما أَنفَكُّ في شُغلٍ

وَلا أَطيقُ إِذا جَنَّ الدُجى سُهُدا

The day passes and I don't cease being busy

And I can't bear it when dusk descends, drowsy

أَمّا المِهادُ فَجَنبي فيهِ مُضطَجِعٌ

وَالدينُ عِقدُ جُنوبٍ تَهجُرُ المُهُدا

As for the bed, an insomniac lies next to me on it

And religion is a knot on breasts that abandon rest