أَرَى كُلّ فَتْكٍ للحاظ انْتِسَابُهُ

أَرَى كُلّ فَتْكٍ للحاظ انْتِسَابُهُ

وَهَانَ مَضَاءً لَيْسَ فِيهِ لَهَا حَظُّ

وَهَانَ مَضَاءً لَيْسَ فِيهِ لَهَا حَظُّ

I see every deadly stroke ascribed to glances;

I see that every ruin owes its collapse to Fate,

and feeble is any piercing power in which they have no share.

And has faded undeservedly, with no good fortune left.

أَلَمْ تَرَ أَنَّ السَّهْمَ غَيْرُ مُقَرْطِسٍ

أَلَمْ تَرَ أَنَّ السَّهْمَ غَيْرُ مُقَرْطِسٍ

وَلاَ صَائِبٍ حَتَّى يُسَدِّدَهُ اللَّحظُ

وَلاَ صَائِبٍ حَتَّى يُسَدِّدَهُ اللَّحظُ

Have you not seen that the arrow does not strike the target,

Do you not see that the arrow is not properly aimed

nor hit its mark until the glance directs it?

Or hitting its mark, until the right glance guides it true?