فَجَرّى وَمَنّاني ثَلاثَة اشهُر
بِوَعد وَأَوفَت بَعد ذاكَ معاذِرُه
So he kept putting me off, feeding me hopes for three months,
with a promise—then afterward his excuses were what came true.
غَدٌ علة لِليَومِ وَاليَوم عِلَّة
لامس مَدى لا يَنقَضي الدَهر آخِرُهُ
Tomorrow is an excuse for today, and today an excuse
for yesterday—a span whose end will never come, forever.
وَإِنّي لَراج حينَ أَرجو مغرِّرا
نَدى جامِد لا يَخرُج الماءَ عاصِرُه
And still I am hopeful; whenever I hope, I gamble
on bounty frozen solid: its presser can wring no water from it.
Sol 5.6