لا أُحِبُّ الإِنسانَ يَرضَخُ لِلوَه

مِ وَيَرضى بِتافِهاتِ الأَماني

I do not like the human who bows to injustice

I hold no love for the one who succumbs to illusion,

And is content with trivial desires

And is content with the most trivial of hopes.

إِنَّ حَيّاً يَهابُ أَن يَلمُسَ النورَ

كَمَيتٍ في ظُلمَةِ الأَكفانِ

Indeed alive, he fears to touch the light

For the living soul who fears to touch the light,

Like a dead man in the darkness of shrouds

Is like the dead within the darkness of shrouds.

وَحَياةً أَمَدَّ فيها التَوقّي

لا تُوازي في المَجدِ بِضعَ ثَوانِ

And a life whose prudence has been prolonged

And a life extended by nothing but caution,

Is not equal in glory to a few moments

Is not worth, in glory, a mere few seconds.

الشُجاعُ عِندِيَ مَن أَم

سى يُغَنّي وَالدَمعُ في الأَجفانِ

The brave one to me is he who sings

The brave one, in my eyes, is he who,

While tears are in the eyelids

Sings on, while tears tremble in his eyelids.