حالِيَ حالُ اليائِسِ الراجي

وَإِنَّما أَرجِعُ أَدراجي

My state is that of the despaired hopeful one

And I only retrace my steps

إِذا رَأَيتُ الخَيرَ في رَقدَتي

عَدَدتُها لَيلَةَ مِعراجي

When I see goodness in my slumber

I count it as the night of my ascension

إِن قُمتُ مِن وبرَةِ هَذا الثَرى

أُهدى إِلى خَضراءَ مِئراجِ

If I get up from the rags of this dust

I will be guided to the verdant resting place

فَالحَمدُ لِلَّهِ عَلى نِعمَةٍ

تُعقِبُ مِن ضَنكٍ وَإِحراجِ

So praise be to Allah for the blessing

That comes after hardship and distress

لَو أَنَّني البِرجيسُ أَو جارُهُ

نَزَلتُ مِن أَرفَعَ أَبراجِ

If I were Al-Birjis or his neighbor

I would descend from the highest minarets

ما أُمُّ سِرياحٍ إِذا ما غَدَت

مُوَرِّثَتي أَدمُعَ دَرّاجِ

What mother of winds could when she comes

Make my inheritance tears of affliction

يَنسى الفَتى الحَربِيُّ في قَبرِهِ

أَيّامَ إِلجامٍ وَإِسراجِ

The young warrior forgets in his grave

Days of bridling and saddling

وَخَوضَهُ في نَفَيانِ الوَغى

عَلى طُموحِ الطَرفِ هَرّاجِ

And his plunging into the perils of battle

With ambitious eyes, excitable and impetuous

وَخَضبَهُ الأَبيَضَ مُستَأنِساً

بِأَسوَدٍ لِلهَولِ فَرّاجِ

And his whitening of the dark, finding it charming

To the blackness that startles the terrified

يَفُضُّ ما أَذهَبَ مِن قَونَسٍ

بِزِئبَقٍ يَمتَدُّ رَجراجِ

It pours forth what the goblet took away

With mercury that flows murmuring

أَشَلَّ أَو أَعرَجَ دَهرٌ عَدا

فَوارِساً عَن شَكِّ أَعراجِ

Whether time has limped or grown lame

Horsemen questioning the doubts of the lame