This is a song from the diwan "For Whom?", a collection of symbolist verse by Mr. Albert Adib, published by Dar al-Maaref in Egypt.

Weary am I, O my sister —

glory has wiped my brow,

and light has darkened my eyes.

From the flask of the self

I gave to my nation

as the wise give.

For I, when I give,

the tear freezes in the eyes of the generous.

... If my people say: what ails him?

and — your pardon — the ignorant of today ask,

the garden will say tomorrow:

his bountiful hand passed over us,

and there was the spring you see,

and there was the green plant.

... And this deaf mountain will speak:

from his heart my hard rocks drank their fill.

I — if I fear,

it is no fear of thirst, nor of raiment.

I have accustomed you, O my sister, to how I avert my gaze

even from the sky.

I — if I fear,

it is of my nation's ingratitude and the denial of fools.

I dread — what I dread tomorrow is this:

a boy who comes after me;

if duty calls him, I flit through his visions,

and he draws back and says:

denial has taught us — by my Lord —

to be misers.