يا أيها العائبُ من فوقهُ

انظرْ إلى النجم فهلْ ينظركْ

O you who reproach from on high

Look to the stars, do they look back?

اظمأتَ أقلامكَ فاضربْ بها

حوافلَ المزنِ عسى تمطرُكْ

You've parched your pens, so strike with them

The rabble's hordes, perhaps they'll wet you

وجئتنا بالحلو فيما ترى

فكانَ ملحاً عندنا سُكَّركْ

You've brought us sweetness, so you think

To us it's been but vinegar and sugar

وقلتَ لفظي جوهرٌ نيرٌ

وعندنا أنَّ الحصى جوهركْ

You've said your words are purest pearls

To us mere pebbles are your treasures

فقلْ لمن يقذفُ مشارهُ

في الجوِّ مهلاً ربما ينشركْ

So say to those who fling their spears

Skyward - pause, just pause, lest you be scattered