أيها الغارق في أوهامه

تحتها يهذي مدى أيامِهِ

O you who is drowned in his delusions

Under which he raves the days of his life

قم ودع وهْمك يمضي واحْسُ إنْ

عَلَّكَ الحاضِرُ ما في جامِه

Arise, leave your delusion to pass and feel that

Perhaps what is present is not in his cup

حبذا الواقعُ من أفراحه

نحتسي طورا ومن آلامه

How good is reality with its joys

We take sips from it and from its sorrows

لن يفيد المرء يبكي هلعا

أن رأى العالم في أسقامه

Crying desperately will not benefit a man

If he saw the world in its illnesses

أنخاف الليل من أشباحه

و نشيح الطرف عن أحلامه ؟

Do I fear the night from its ghosts

And the wailing of my eyes from its dreams?

و لبوم نحن نصغي جيدا

لا لطير ذاب في أنغامه ؟

And do we hoot while we listen closely

Not to a bird that melted in its melodies?

قد ألفنا الحر حتى أننا

لا نبالي الصبح في أنسامه

We are used to the heat so much that

We do not care for the morning in its breeze

فدع العالم لا تشقى به

ليس يشفى بك من أورامه

So leave the world be, do not torment yourself with it

You cannot heal it from its tumors with your crying