أنا في منزل خِلٍّ

مشفقٍ بَرِّ رفيقِ

I dwell in an empty house

With pity for my only friend

رجُلٍ أعمرُ من من

زله ظهرُ الطريق

A man older than his house

Whose face is turned toward the end

ليس لي أُكلٌ سوى لح

مي وشِربٌ غير ريقي

I have nothing to eat but some crumbs

And naught to drink but my spittle