تَبَرَّأَ مِنِّي وَيَحِيَ النَّظمُ والنّثْرُ

فَلا خُطْبةٌ مِما أُجيدُ ولا الشعْرُ

He abandoned me, yet poetry and prose still delight me

I can compose neither fine speeches nor verse

وأَيْأَسَني مِنْ ذا وذاكَ تَبَلُّدي

وَما لامرِئ ذنْبٌ إذا وَضَح العُذْرُ

Both have been denied me by my numbness

No man is at fault when the excuse is clear