1. تَقَطَّرتُ عَن ظَهرِ الرِضا وَلَطالَما

    بَلَغتُ عَلَيهِ الوَصلَ وَهوَ بَعيدُ

    I have fallen from Favor’s back, though many a time

    astride it I reached the mire, however far away.

  2. وَلَولا التَجَنّي الحَزنُ ما كانَ جَريُهُ

    يَقِلُّ وَلا كانَ العِثارُ يَزيدُ

    But for cruel injustice, its pace

    would never slacken, nor would its stumbling increase.

  3. فَمَن لي بِإِنصافٍ إِذا ما رَكِبتُهُ

    لَحِقتُ بِهِ ما أَشتَهي وَأُريدُ

    Who will grant me justice? Whenever I mount it,

    by it I shall reach what I yearn for and desire.