رُبَّ طَعْنَةٍ مُثْعَنْجِرَةْ

وَجَفْنَةٍ مُتَحَيِّرَةْ

Many a piercing stab wounds deep

And a slap leaves one confused, in disbelief

وَقَصِيدَةٍ مُحَبَّرَةْ

تَبْقَى غَدًا بِأَنْقَرَةْ

Though a poem be carefully crafted

It may be forgotten come the morrow eve