قَلَّدَتني الفُتيا فَتَوِّجني غَداً

تاجاً بِإِعفائي مِنَ التَقليدِ

The youth adorned me, and tomorrow they will crown me

With a crown for freeing me from conformity

وَمِنَ الرَزِيَّةِ أَن يَكونَ فُؤا

دُكَ الوَقّادُ في جَسَدٍ عَلَيهِ بَليدِ

And it saddens me that your kindling should reside

In a numb body upon which sorrows alight

وَحَوادِثُ الأَيّامِ تولَدُ جِلَّةً

وَتَعودُ تَصغُرُ ضِدَّ كُلِّ وَليدِ

And the events of days give birth to a throng

Then subside, belittling all that is newborn