لَئِن نكَسَّ الدهرُ حَظِّي فلِي

لطَائفُ في الغَيْبِ تُحْيِي الرَّجَاءْ

Though fortune turns its back, in time's recess

Are joys unseen that buoy up hope no less.

فرُبَّ شِهابٍ إذا نَكَّسُوه

يَزِيدُ اشْتعالاً ويعْلُو سَنَاءْ

Full oft a star, when darkness hides its ray,

Will brighter burn and mount in proud array.