خَلَصتُ مِن سَبَراتٍ في السَباريتِ

وَرُبَّ يَومٍ كَريتٍ دونَ تَكريتِ

I escaped from prisons in my imaginings

And many a detested day without acceptance

كَم بِالسَماوَةِ مِن صِلٍّ وَمِن أَسَدٍ

كِلاهُما خُصَّ في شِدقٍ بِتَهريبِ

How many lions and how many wolves in the sky

Both tucked into a cheek with smuggling

ما زُرتُ دارَكَ حَتّى شَفَّني تَعَبي

وَخارَت العيسُ في آثارِ خِرّيتِ

I did not visit your house until my fatigue healed me

And the staff broke in the tracks of my sin

وَالخَيرُ في الأَرضِ كَالأَترَجِّ مَنبِتُهُ

وَأُلزَمَ الشَرُّ تَدخيناً بِكِبريتِ

Goodness on earth grows like citron

And evil is destined for the sulfur's smoking