وَلي قَلَمٌ في عَصْرِكُمْ جَفَّ رِيقُهُ

وَلي قَلَمٌ في عَصْرِكُمْ جَفَّ رِيقُهُ

وَيَكفيهِ مِن دُنْياهُ نُغْبَةُ طائرِ

وَيَكفيهِ مِن دُنْياهُ نُغْبَةُ طائرِ

And I have a pen whose saliva has dried up in your time;

In your time my pen's reed has run dry

And a bird’s sip is all it needs from its world.

And a bird's morning feed is enough for life