لا تَعجَبوا فَمَليكُكُم لَعِبَت بِهِ

أَيدي البِطانَةِ وَهوَ في تَضليلِ

Don't be surprised, for your king is a plaything

In the hands of the inner circle, while lost

إِنّي أَراهُ كَأَنَّهُ في رُقعَةِ ال

شِطرَنجِ أَو في قاعَةِ التَمثيلِ

I see him as if he were on a chessboard

Or in a theatre of the absurd