1. أَقَمتُ بِرَغمي وَما طائِري

    بِراضٍ إِذا أَلِفَتهُ الوُكونُ

    I have stayed against my will, and my bird is not

    content when the roosts have grown accustomed to it.

  2. وَلي أَمَلٌ كَأَتمِّ القَنا

    وَحالٌ كَأَقصَرِ سَهمٍ يَكونُ

    And I have a hope like the longest of lances,

    and a lot like the shortest arrow there is.

  3. فَيا أَلِفَ اللَفظِ لا تَأمُلي

    حَراكاً فَما لَكِ إِلّا السُكونُ

    So, O alif of the spoken word, do not hope

    for movement, for nothing is yours but stillness.