كُلٌّeveryone عَلىfor الدُنياthis world لَهُhe has حِرصٌeagerness
كُلٌّ عَلى الدُنيا لَهُ حِرصٌ
وَالحادِثاتُand calamities أَناتُهاtheir forbearance عَفصُbitter
وَالحادِثاتُ أَناتُها عَفصُ
Everyone has a craving for this world.
Everyone desires the life of this world
And the forbearance of calamities is bitter.
Yet fate's occurrences are unforeseen
أَبغيI seek مِنَfrom الدُنياthis world زِيادَتَهاmore of it
أَبغي مِنَ الدُنيا زِيادَتَها
وَزِيادَتيand my gain فيهاin it هِيَit is النَقصُloss
وَزِيادَتي فيها هِيَ النَقصُ
I seek more of this world,
I seek from this life an increase
Yet my gain in it is loss.
While my own increase in it is decrease
وَكَأَنَّand as though مَنthe one whom وارَتهُconcealed him حُفرَتُهُhis grave
وَكَأَنَّ مَن وارَتهُ حُفرَتُهُ
لَمdid not يَبدُappear مِنهُof him لِناظِرٍto a beholder شَخصُa figure
لَم يَبدُ مِنهُ لِناظِرٍ شَخصُ
And it is as though the one his grave has hidden
As though whom the grave has swallowed
Had never shown his form to any beholder.
No trace of him is left for eyes to see
لِيَدِfor the hand of المَنِيَّةِdeath فيin تَلَطُّفِهاits gentle approach
لِيَدِ المَنِيَّةِ في تَلَطُّفِها
عَنfor ذُخرِtreasure كُلِّevery شَفيقَةٍtender-hearted woman فَحصُa search
عَن ذُخرِ كُلِّ شَفيقَةٍ فَحصُ
The hand of death, in its gentle approach,
The hand of death in its gentle touch
Searches for every tender-hearted woman's treasure.
Takes every cherished hoard and treasury
Sol 6.1