تَقولُ لِيَ الضَراءُ لَستَ لِواحِدٍ

وَلا اِثنَينِ فَاِنظُر كَيفَ شِركُ أولَئِكا

Hard times say to me, you do not belong to one

Nor to two, so see how those share

وَأَنتَ اِمرُؤٌ تَبغي أَباً قَد ضَلَلتَهُ

هَبِلتَ أَلَمّا تَستَفِق مِن ضَلالِكا

And you are a man who wants a father you have led astray

You have become confused, oh when will you wake from your confusion