مَيَّزتُ ساقط ما سرّحتُ من شَمَطي

فما تَساقط إلا سودُهُ فقطِ

I discerned the fallen from what I let loose of my whip,

So nothing fell except its blackness alone.

فقلتُ لا شكَّ هذا زهوُ مرِتحلٍ

وتلك غبطةُ ثاوٍ جدِّ مغتبِط

So I said there is no doubt this is the vanity of a wanderer,

And that is the bliss of an ardent one, truly blissful.

وكان ذلك أَوْفَى ما وُعِظتُ به

لو كنت أرجع عن غىٍّ غلط

And that was the best advice I was given,

If only I had desisted from a grave error.