يا تارِكاً عِجلَ حالي

يا تارِكاً عِجلَ حالي

مِنَ الغِنى ذا خُوارِ

مِنَ الغِنى ذا خُوارِ

O you who have left the calf of my condition

O you who hasten from my present state

lowing with wealth,

Of wealth now lost and pride brought low,

اِستَجلِ ما وَلَدَتها

اِستَجلِ ما وَلَدَتها

حَوامِلُ الأَفكارِ

حَوامِلُ الأَفكارِ

Unveil what was brought forth

Gather what thoughts may yet create

by thoughts heavy with child;

Before inspiration ceases its flow.

فَبَعدَ بَذلِ العَطايا

فَبَعدَ بَذلِ العَطايا

لا صَونَ لِلأَشعارِ

لا صَونَ لِلأَشعارِ

for after gifts are bestowed,

For when the gift of verse is spent,

poems are not kept back.

There is no shield for poetry's woe.