1. وَرَدتُ إِلى دارِ المَصائِبِ مُجبَراً

    وَأَصبَحتُ فيها لَيسَ يُعجِبُني النَقلُ

    I came, compelled, to the abode of calamities.

    And there I find myself, with no liking for departure.

  2. أُعاني شُروراً لا قِوامَ بِمِثلِها

    وَأَدناسَ طَبعٍ لا يُهَذِّبُهُ الصَقلُ

    I suffer evils the like of which cannot be withstood,

    And the stains of a nature that polishing cannot refine.

  3. سَحائِبُ لِلسُقيا وَسُحبٌ مِنَ الرَدى

    وَنَبتُ أُناسٍ مِثلَ ما نَبَتَ البَقلُ

    Clouds for watering, and clouds of death,

    And people sprout just as herbs sprout.

  4. وَلِلحَيِّ رِزقٌ مِمّا أَتاهُ بِسَعيهِ

    وَعَقلٌ وَلَكِن لَيسَ يَنفَعُهُ العَقلُ

    And the living have sustenance from what their striving has brought them,

    And reason—yet reason does them no good.