1. The nights pass by, unaware how far they've gone
While we, riding them, travel on towards the grave

2. In them lie hidden goods and blessings galore
And also evils and ways leading to loss

3. So he who makes the most of them through good deeds profits
While he who disobeys God earns only more burdens

4. So work, O you, for yourself, for you know not
What tomorrow will bring, what it will unfold