يا شادِناً في صَدغِه عَقرَب

ما يَستَجيبُ الدَهرَ لِلراقي

O one with a scorpion stinging his temple

Fate does not answer the chanter

يَسلم خَدّاهُ عَلى لدغِها

وَلَدغُها في كَبدي باقي

He offers his cheek to its sting

And its sting remains in my liver