إنَّ لي نَفْساً تَسَامى

عَنْ قَليلٍ تَتَلاشَى

I have a soul that aspires

Beyond paltry things that wither

إنّما العَيْشُ لِشَخْصٍ

رَاشَهُ الدَّهْرُ فَراشَا

For life is but for one

Whose bed is made by fate

وإذا نالَ غناءً

نالَهُ الغَيْرُ مَعاشا

And if he gains a song

Others gain sustenance