1. The sun is distant, without its nearest
And if they call us, we lend them our ear

2. The heart is a grave, and you are its dweller
The dead do not leave their grave dwellings

3. No day has passed with something to divert it
Except we made you therein a tester

4. Or we cast off its clothes and splendor
Unless we saw in its clothes its shroud

5. I have resolved no hope can hide from me
Of tomorrow or charm me with its beauty

6. Time but for hopes would be ambiguous
And man in his end sees his time