1. كَأَبوَاءَ مَنَّت نَفسَها البُرءَ بَعدَما

    حَسَت مِن فُضُولِ الغُدرِ نَقعَ الهَمائِمِ

    As dew granted respite to a soul once burdened

    By betrayal’s excess and misfortune’s onslaught