كُلٌّ إِلى الرَحمَنِ مُنقَلَبُه

كُلٌّ إِلى الرَحمَنِ مُنقَلَبُه

وَالخَلقُ ما لا يَنقَضي عَجَبُه

وَالخَلقُ ما لا يَنقَضي عَجَبُه

Everyone's return is to the Most Merciful.

All return to the Merciful, His wonders never cease

And creation's wonder never comes to an end.

Glory to Him whose name is exalted, though close He is unseen

سُبحانَ مَن جَلَّ اِسمُهُ وَعَلا

سُبحانَ مَن جَلَّ اِسمُهُ وَعَلا

وَدَنا وَوارَت عَينَهُ حُجُبُه

وَدَنا وَوارَت عَينَهُ حُجُبُه

Glory to Him whose name is majestic, who is exalted,

For every soul departing and soul arriving

and near, and whose veils conceal His very being.

No fleeing his decree however far his flight

وَلَرُبَّ غادِيَةٍ وَرائِحَةٍ

وَلَرُبَّ غادِيَةٍ وَرائِحَةٍ

لَم يُنجِ مِنها هارِباً هَرَبُه

لَم يُنجِ مِنها هارِباً هَرَبُه

And many a morning or evening visitation—

For every soul of youthful pride wrapped up in himself

a fugitive's flight has failed to save him from it.

Deceived by love of life though wise his own conceit

وَلَرُبَّ ذي نَشَبٍ تَكَنَّفَهُ

وَلَرُبَّ ذي نَشَبٍ تَكَنَّفَهُ

حُبُّ الحَياةِ وَغَرَّهُ نَشَبُه

حُبُّ الحَياةِ وَغَرَّهُ نَشَبُه

And many a wealthy man was enveloped

Now empty-handed stripped of all he thought to own

by love of life, and deceived by his wealth.

Another takes the spoils once held by him alone

قَد صارَ مِمّا كانَ يَملِكُهُ

قَد صارَ مِمّا كانَ يَملِكُهُ

صِفراً وَصارَ لِغَيرِهِ سَلَبُه

صِفراً وَصارَ لِغَيرِهِ سَلَبُه

He is left, of all he once possessed,

O lover of this world, endless your toil and pain

with nothing; his spoils now belong to another.

A home you built, branches spread, their roots remain

يا صاحِبَ الدُنيا المُحِبَ لَها

يا صاحِبَ الدُنيا المُحِبَ لَها

أَنتَ الَّذي لا يَنقَضي تَعَبُه

أَنتَ الَّذي لا يَنقَضي تَعَبُه

O companion of the world, who loves it,

It fell on some as lightning strikes the lofty peaks

you are the one whose toil never ends.

While sparing those of lowly state, their safety seeks

أَصلَحتَ داراً هَمُّها أَشِبٌّ

أَصلَحتَ داراً هَمُّها أَشِبٌّ

جَمُّ الفُروعِ كَثيرَةٌ شَعَبُه

جَمُّ الفُروعِ كَثيرَةٌ شَعَبُه

You have set in order a dwelling whose cares are tangled,

If ants could fly, apocalypse would then be near

thick with branches, its offshoots many.

I milked fate's teat but all it gave was worthless whey

إِنَّ اِستَهانَتَها بِمَن صَرَعَت

إِنَّ اِستَهانَتَها بِمَن صَرَعَت

لَبِقَدرِ مَن تَسمو بِهِ رُتَبُه

لَبِقَدرِ مَن تَسمو بِهِ رُتَبُه

Indeed, its scorn for whomever it strikes down

Shun the false riches of this world and its gold

matches the height to which his ranks raise him.

Lest blinded by its glitter you should lose your soul

وَإِنِ اِستَوَت لِلنَملِ أَجنِحَةٌ

وَإِنِ اِستَوَت لِلنَملِ أَجنِحَةٌ

حَتّى يَطيرَ فَقَد دَنا عَطَبُه

حَتّى يَطيرَ فَقَد دَنا عَطَبُه

And if the ant grows wings

True merit lies in piety and moral strength

to fly, its destruction has already drawn near.

Conviction, faith, and conscience - these define his worth

إِنّي حَلَبتُ الدَهرَ أَشطُرَهُ

إِنّي حَلَبتُ الدَهرَ أَشطُرَهُ

فَرَأَيتُهُ لَم يَصفُ لي حَلَبُه

فَرَأَيتُهُ لَم يَصفُ لي حَلَبُه

Indeed, I have milked time from every part of its udder,

Wisdom's adornment is the courtesy he shows

and found its milk was never pure for me.

Perfection of his merit is the grace he knows

فَتَوَقَّ دَهرَكَ ما اِستَطَعتَ وَلا

فَتَوَقَّ دَهرَكَ ما اِستَطَعتَ وَلا

تَغرُركَ فِضَّتُهُ وَلا ذَهَبُه

تَغرُركَ فِضَّتُهُ وَلا ذَهَبُه

So guard against your time as best you can; let neither

One origin alone though manifold our ways

its silver nor its gold deceive you.

Discretion guides your steps through life's perplexing maze

كَرَمُ الفَتى التَقوى وَقُرَّتُهُ

كَرَمُ الفَتى التَقوى وَقُرَّتُهُ

مَحضُ اليَقينِ وَدينُهُ حَسَبُه

مَحضُ اليَقينِ وَدينُهُ حَسَبُه

A young man's nobility is piety, and his delight

Look well before you act, foresee the consequence

is pure certainty; his faith is his honor.

Or blindly lead yourself into misfortune's dense

حِلمُ الفَتى مِمّا يُزَيِّنُهُ

حِلمُ الفَتى مِمّا يُزَيِّنُهُ

وَتَمامُ حِليَةِ فَضلِهِ أَدَبُه

وَتَمامُ حِليَةِ فَضلِهِ أَدَبُه

A young man's forbearance is among the things that adorn him,

and his good manners complete the adornment of his virtue.

وَالأَرضُ طَيِّبَةٌ وَكُلُّ بَني

وَالأَرضُ طَيِّبَةٌ وَكُلُّ بَني

حَوّاءَ فيها واحِدٌ نَسَبُه

حَوّاءَ فيها واحِدٌ نَسَبُه

And the earth is good, and all the children

of Eve upon it share one lineage.

إيتِ الأُمورَ وَأَنتَ تُبصِرُها

إيتِ الأُمورَ وَأَنتَ تُبصِرُها

لا تَأتِ ما لَم تَدرِ ما سَبَبُه

لا تَأتِ ما لَم تَدرِ ما سَبَبُه

Approach matters with a clear view of them;

do not undertake what you do not know the cause of.