الدَهرُ لا تَبقى عَلَيهِ نَعامَةٌ

سَهلاً تَحُلُّ وَتَتَّقي أَجرالَها

Time does not stay still for an ostrich

Easily settling and dodging its wounds

وَوَرى لَها بَرقٌ فَهاجَ زَفيفَها

أُدَحِيَّها تَبغي بِذاكَ وَرالَها

And it sees lightning that stirred up its torrent

It seeks with that its flowers

تُلفي بِها رَيبَ الزَمانِ مُوَكَّلاً

إِن لَم يَزُرها بِالنَهارِ سَرى لَها

Wrapping around it the suspicion of time assigned

If the morning light did not visit it, the night visited it