قَد وَزوَزانِيَ مُشتَدّاً رِقابُهُما

رُوَيدَ إِنّي لَأَدنى ما تَكيدانِ

Their necks have struck me fiercely, stringent;

Gently! I am the meekest to their plots.

قَد عَجَّلَ الدَهرُ وَالأَقدارُ بُؤسُكُما

فَاِستَغنِيا بُؤسَ إِنّي عَنكُما غانِ

Fate and destiny hastened your misery;

So suffice with woe, for from you I am content.

وَدَلِّيانِيَ في غَبراءَ مُظلِمَةٍ

كَما تُدَلّى دَلاةٌ بَينَ أَشطانِ

And they misguided me in a gloomy darkness,

As the misguided are misled between thorns.