فَرَغَ الشِّعْرُ والشَّعِيرُ فَلاحَا

لي بِرَغْمِي ولا حِماريُّ ماشِي

The poetry is gone and the barley is finished

Despite me my donkey won't walk

لا تكرب انني سِراج وحولي

من للهموم مثلُ الفَراشىِ

Don't be arrogant, I'm a lamp and around me

Are worries like butterflies