أَرى الآمال قَد نَتَجَت وَطابَت
نتايجها وَآمالي عَقيمة
I see hopes have borne fruit, and sweet have grown
I see hopes have borne fruit and thrived
Their fruits; yet my own hopes are barren.
Their fruits while my hopes are barren
أرتبها بِأقيسة صحاح
فَتصبح وَهيَ أَقيسة سَقيمة
I arrange them through sound syllogisms,
I arrange them on truthful scales
Yet they turn out to be unsound syllogisms.
Yet as scales they are untruthful
Sol 6.1