رُبَّ حُسنٍ مِنَ النُفوسِ قَريبِ

وَسَميعُ الدُعاءَ غَيرُ مُجيبِ

Many beauties in souls are near

Yet the prayer's hearing does not answer or hear

وَكَحرفِ السُيوفِ أَقضى وَأَمضى

فَعَلَّ جَفنَيهِ في جَميعِ القُلوبِ

And like the swords' letters I judge and decree

So it has shut its eyes to all hearts, did He

لَيتَهُ كانَ رافِعاً نَصبَ الأَع

راضِ عَنّي وَجَرَّني بِذُنوبي

Would that it had raised the banners of discontent

From me and pulled me for my sins hence