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The joys of this world have passed away,

تولت بهجة الدنيا

1. The joys of this world have passed away,
And all that was new in it grew old.

١. تَوَلَّت بِهجَةُ الدُّنيا
فَكُلُّ جَديدها خَلقُ

2. All people have betrayed me,
So whom can I trust?

٢. وَخانَ النّاسَ كُلَّهُم
فَما أَدري بِمَن أَثقُ

3. I saw the signs of good,
But the paths leading to it were blocked.

٣. رَأَيتُ مَعالِمَ الخَيرا
تِ سدَّت دونَها الطُّرقُ

4. There is no lineage or birth,
No religion or morals.

٤. فَلا حَسبٌ وَلا نَسَب
وَلا دين وَلا خلقُ

5. I do not believe words,
Even if they were truthful.

٥. فَلَست مُصَدّق الأَقوا
مِ في شَيءٍ وَلَو صَدَقوا