عِشْتَ كَالطِّفْلِ أَصَابَ الأَلضما

مَوْضِعَ اللَّهْوِ وَلَمْ يَدْرِ لِمَا

You lived like a child who was struck by misfortune

In the place of play, unaware of why

جِدَّ غِرٍّ فِي كِفَاحِ الدَّهْرِ لا

نَاهِباً رِوْقاً وَلا مُقْتَسِمَا

He struggled bitterly in the battle of fate

Neither usurping pleasure nor dividing it

تَحْسَبُ الدُّنْيَا مَثِيراً جَيداً

وَتَرَى الدَّهْرَ نَظِيماً مُحْكَمَا

You thought the world was an excellent stimulant

And saw fate as well-ordered and solid