أَلا ساعَةٌ يَمْحو بِها الدَّهْرُ ذَنْبِهُ

فَقَدْ طالَ ما أَشْكُو وَما أَتَبَرَّمُ

Oh hour, that would erase all wrong with it

My lament has gone on too long, my sighs mount ceaselessly

فَلَمْ أَرَ مِثْلي بَيْنَ عَيْنَيْهِ جَنَّةٌ

وَبَيْنَ حَشاهُ والتَّراقي جَهَنَّمُ

Yet I have never seen one like me with paradise in his eyes

And hellfire in his thoughts, a precarious contrast