كانَت قَناتي لا تَلينُ لِغامِزٍ

فَأَلانَها الإِصباحُ وَالإِمساءُ

My bow would not bend to any teaser

But dawn and dusk have softened it

وَدَعَوتُ رَبّي في السَلامَةِ جاهِداً

لِيَصِحَّني فَإِذا السَلامَةُ داءُ

And I called upon my Lord in good health striving

That He may heal me, but behold! good health itself is the disease