وَيَومَ مِنىً أَعرَضتِ عَنّي فَلَم أَقُل

بِحاجَةِ نَفسِ عِندَ لُبنى مَقالُها

The day you turned away from me, I did not say,

Though my soul was in need, what it wished to say.

وَفي اليَأسِ لِلنَفسِ المَريضَةِ راحَةٌ

إِذا النَفسُ رامَت خُطَّةً لا تَنالُها

In despair there is comfort for the ailing soul -

When what it craves is beyond its reach or role.