كم تَغُصُّ الأيَّامُ منِّي وتأبى

هِمَّتي أنْ تنالَ منّي مُناها

How the days ache and yearn within me

Though my will would attain its desire

أَنا في كفِّها كجَذوةِ نارٍ

كلَّمَا نُكِّسَت تَعالى سَنَاها

I'm in its grasp like embers of fire

Ever more kindled when turned about