بقيَّتي هي بين الشوق والأرقِ

حشاً تذوب وجفنٌ غير منطبق

My remnants are between yearning and sleeplessness

A burning love and an eye unable to close

قد لوَّن الدهرُ دمعي في تلوّنه

فانهلَّ من أحمر قانِ ومن يقق

Time has colored my tears in its changing

So it flows from red blood and from oozing pus

وقيّدتني عن شأوِ حوادثه

وقلنَ دونك والغايات فاستبق

And it has shackled me from the affairs of its events

And the goals are below you, so take the lead

فكيف يسبقُ مَن كانَ الزمان لهُ

قيداً يجاذبه عن رسنه الغلق

So how can one who was shackled by time

With fetters pulling him away from its padlock take the lead

يا مَن تعوِّذُه في كلِّ شارقةٍ

أمُّ السماح بربِّ الناس والفلق

O you who seek protection in every shining star

The Mother of Permissiveness, the Lord of mankind and daybreak

عذراً فداؤك في طرقِ الندى فئةً

أرى المكارمَ فيهم وحشة الطرق

Sorry, your ransom in the paths of dew, a group

I see generosity in them and the barrenness of the roads

ما أبطأتْ عنكَ لا صدًّا ولا مللاً

آيات شوقٍ ولا الإعراض من خلقي

My tardiness from you is neither from resentment nor boredom

Signs of longing, and refusal is not in my nature

وكيف أغفلُ حقًّا أنت صاحبه

وكانَ ذلك فرضاً لازماً عنقي

And how can I neglect a right of which you are worthy

When that was an inescapable duty upon my neck