1. Alas! This world is but the freshness of a specter,
When one side becomes green, the other side dries up.

2. It is the abode whose hopes are nothing but calamities,
Wherein is naught of joy except afflictions.

3. How many a moistened eye grew hot yesterday,
And how many eyes today pour forth their tears!

4. Do not outline your eyes within it with tears
For one who departs from it, for you too will depart.