وَمِن دونِ ما أَبدَيتَ لي يَقتُلُ الفَتى

وَيُمسي جَليدُ القَومِ وَهُوَ ضَعيفُ

Without what you have shown me, the youth dies

And becomes the coward of the people when evening comes

وَلَم أَدرِ أَنَّ البانِ يُغرَسُ في النَقا

وَلا أَنَّ شَمساً في الظَلامِ تَطوفُ

And I did not know that the arrow is planted in the quiver

Nor that a sun revolves in the darkness