سَأَصْرِفُ عَنْكِ يَا دُنْيَايَ وَجْهِي

وَأَبْغِضُ مِنْكَ مَا قَدْ كُنْتُ أَهْوَى

I will turn my face away from you, O life

And hate what I had loved of you before

بَلَوْتُ مَشَارِبَاً لَكِ مُتْرَعَاتٍ

عَلَى ظَمَإِ فَلَمْ أَرَ فِيْكِ صَفْوَا

I have tasted your waters in many a spring

Thirsting, but found no sweetness there