بُليتُ بِهِجرانٍ وَفَقرٍ وَفاقَةٍ

وَكَثرَةِ حاجاتٍ وَثِقلِ دُيونِ

I have been afflicted with separation and poverty and need

And many claims and heavy debts

وَأَعظَمُها أَنَّ الزَمانَ يَسومُني

وُقوفاً عَلى أَبوابِ مَن هُوَ دوني

But the greatest is that fate treats me harshly

As I stand at the doors of those beneath me