بلوت الليالي وابتليت بصرفها

وقد ذقت حاليها مُذاقة خابر

The nights have passed and I have suffered through them

I have tasted their circumstances, experienced and knowing

فما راق لي فيها حياض جمامها

ولا رافني منها رياض ازاهر

Yet I found no pleasure in their barren terrain

Nor did their flower gardens comfort me

وما اعتاض فيها من مسيء ومحسن

سوى ذم شاك أو محامد شاكر

Neither those who wronged me nor those who were good

Except for the dispraise of a doubter or the praises of a grateful one