مَن يَصحَبِ الدَهر لَم يَعدَم تَقَلّبَهُ

وَالشَوكُ يَنبُتُ فيهِ الوَردُ والآسُ

Whoever accompanies time will not lack its vicissitudes

And in it the thorns grow as well as the roses

يَمُرّ حينا وَتَخلو لي حَوادِثُهُ

فَقَلَّما جَرحت إِلّا اِنثَنَت تاسو

It passes at times and its events become empty for me

Rarely has it wounded me except to fold its solace