1. I was turned from all I aspired to
Until I lost interest, yet I was not set free from aspiration

2. So praise be to Allah if I am hit by an arrow
And I would not be truthful if I called it honey

3. And I don't think the gardens of immortality can be attained
Except by those who strove hard in piety

4. The day passes and I don't cease being busy
And I can't bear it when dusk descends, drowsy

5. As for the bed, an insomniac lies next to me on it
And religion is a knot on breasts that abandon rest