وَما وادَعتُ دَهرِيَ مُذ جَرَينا

وَما وادَعتُ دَهرِيَ مُذ جَرَينا

عَلى سلم فَتوحِشني الحُروبُ

عَلى سلم فَتوحِشني الحُروبُ

I have made no truce with my fate since we began our course,

Since we parted ways, I have not missed my time

On peaceful terms that would make wars frighten me.

On the stair of openings, wars make me lonesome