لا يَغبَطَن ماشٍ فَوارِسَ شُزَّبٍ

ما فارِسٌ إِلّا كَآخَرَ راجِلِ

Let no walker envy horse riders in flurry

Every horseman is just like another walker

وَيَدايَ في دُنيايَ وَهِيَ حَبيبَةٌ

كَيَدَي أَبي لَهبٍ غَداً في الآجِلِ

And my hands in my life and she is my beloved

Like the hands of Abi Lahab tomorrow in fate

وَإِذا اِفتَكَرتَ فَما يَهيجُ تَفَكُّري

فيما أُكابِدُ غَيرَ لَومِ الناجِلِ

And if I contemplate, nothing stirs my thinking

Except what I endure other than the blame of time

وَأَرَحتُ أَولادي فَهُم في نِعمَةِ ال

عَدَمِ الَّتي فَضَلَت نَعيمَ العاجِلِ

And I have spared my children, so they are in the blessing of

Nonexistence, which is better than the joy of now

وَلَو أَنَّهُم ظَهَروا لَعانوا شِدَّةً

تَرميهُمُ في مُتلِفاتِ هَواجِلِ

And if they appeared, they would suffer hardship

That casts them into the turbulence of events

أَسوِئ بِحالِ الظَبيِ وَهوَ مُرَبَّبٌ

في الإِنسِ يَمرَحُ في حُلىً وَجَلاجِلِ

I am worse off than a gazelle that is leashed

Among humans frolicking in trinkets and anklets

أُطلُب لِنَفسِكَ يا أَغَنُّ مَحَلَّةً

في حَيثُ لا تُدميكَ زَجلَةُ زاجِلِ

Seek for yourself, O richest asylum

Where the neighing of a neighing horse does not hurt you

لَولا نَوافِرُ في القَديمِ تَناسَلَت

ما أَنضَجَ الظَبِيّاتِ غَليُ مَراجِلِ

If it were not for the abundant rains of old

The gazelles would not have ripened in the pans of homes

وَسَوالِفُ القُمرِ السَواكِنُ بِالفَلا

غُذّينَ أَيدِيَ أَيِّدٍ بِمَناجِلِ

And the tales of the crescent moons residing in the upper rooms

Were fed by supportive hands with scythes

لا تَأسَفَنَّ حَواجِلُ الغِربانِ وَال

فِتيانُ كُلُّهُمُ بِقَيدٍ حاجِلِ

Do not grieve over the misfortunes of ravens and

All the youths, all bound in shackles

وَسِجِلُّ مَوتٍ راحَ يَكتُبُهُ الرَدى

لِمُساجِلٍ مِنّا وَغَيرِ مُساجِلِ

And the register of death went on to write it

For one of us disputing or not disputing