وَاللهِ مَا الْبَغْلَةُ عِنْدِي إِذَا

حَقَّقْتَ أَمْرِي غَيْرَ مَقْلُوبِهَا

By God, the mule matters not to me

If my desire is truly fulfilled

كِلْتَاهُمَا يَأْتِي عَلَيْهِ الْمَدَى

وَإِنَّمَا النَّفْسُ بِمَطْلُوبِهَا

Both will succumb to time’s decay

For the spirit yearns solely for its goal