عَذيرِيَ مِن صورَةٍ قَد عَثَت

وَمِن كَفِّ دافِنِها إِذ حَثَت

My excuse is from an image that has become decayed

And from a palm that buried it when it scratched

وَنَفسٍ تَمَنَّت لَذيذَ الطَعامِ

فَلَمّا أَصابَت مَناها غَثَت

And a self that desired the sweetest food

Yet when it attained its resting place, it became rotten

وَجاثَت لَدى حاكِمٍ خَصمَها

وَمِن غَيرِ حَقٍّ لَعَمري جَثَت

And it kneeled before an unjust ruler as its opponent

And without any right, by my life, it was exploited

فَلا تَرثِيَنَّ لَها إِنَّها

لِجِسمِكَ في ضَعفِهِ ما رَثَت

So do not mourn for it, for it

Did not inherit any weakness for your body