نصال الحادِثات لَهُنّ فَتكُ

بِنا وَنِضالها أَخذ وَتَركُ

The swords of events, their blows

Strike us, and the struggle takes and leaves.

فَها أَنا عَبدكم وَالعَيش ضَنكُ

أَبثّ لَدَيكُم حزني وَأَشكو

So here I am, your slave, with a constricted life,

I pour out my sorrow before you and complain

إِلَيكُم يا رِجال الغَيب عسري

دُهيتُ بِحادثٍ لِلعَقل أذهل

To you, O men of the unseen, of my hardship.

I was confounded by an event that dazzled reason

وَأَعجَم قِصَّتي وَالحال أَهمل

فَقُمت بِبابكم لِلفَضل أَسأل

And rendered my tale incoherent and the situation dire.

So I stood at your door to ask favor

وَمِنكُم أَرتَجي الإِسعاف ثُمَّ ال

مَعونَةَ وَالنَوال وَجَبر كسري

And from you I hope for succor, and then

Aid, and gifts, and the mending of my breakage.