وَمَطوِيَّةٍ طَيَّ القَليبِ حَبَستُها

وَمَطوِيَّةٍ طَيَّ القَليبِ حَبَستُها

لِذي حاجَةٍ لَم أَعيَ أَينَ مَصادِرُه

لِذي حاجَةٍ لَم أَعيَ أَينَ مَصادِرُه

And a coat of mail, wrought like a well’s lining, I kept in reserve

And a folded one that confined my heart

for a man in need; I was not at a loss as to where his ways out lay.

For one in need whose sources I did not know