لِلناسِ في السَبقِ بَعدَ اليَومِ مِضمارُ

لِلناسِ في السَبقِ بَعدَ اليَومِ مِضمارُ

وَالمُنتَهى جَنَّةٌ لا بُدَّ أَو نارُ

وَالمُنتَهى جَنَّةٌ لا بُدَّ أَو نارُ

For people, beyond today lies a course to race upon;

People have a racecourse to run after life,

And the finish is inevitably Paradise or the Fire.

And the finish line is either Heaven or Hell.

المَوتُ حَقٌّ وَلَكِن لَم أَزَل مَرِحاً

المَوتُ حَقٌّ وَلَكِن لَم أَزَل مَرِحاً

كَأَنَّ مَعرِفَتي بِالمَوتِ إِنكارُ

كَأَنَّ مَعرِفَتي بِالمَوتِ إِنكارُ

Death is certain, yet I have never ceased to be merry,

Death is true, yet I remain playful,

As though my knowledge of death were denial.

As if denying death is my way.

إِنّي لَأَعمُرُ داراً ما لِساكِنِها

إِنّي لَأَعمُرُ داراً ما لِساكِنِها

أَهلٌ وَلا وَلَدٌ يَبقى وَلا جارُ

أَهلٌ وَلا وَلَدٌ يَبقى وَلا جارُ

Indeed, I dwell in an abode where, for its inhabitant,

I build a house with no family or neighbor to inhabit it.

No family, no child, and no neighbor will remain.

How miserable is the home of one disobeying the Creator!

فَبِئسَتِ الدارُ لِلعاصي لِخالِقِهِ

فَبِئسَتِ الدارُ لِلعاصي لِخالِقِهِ

وَهيَ لِمَن يَتَّقيهِ نِعمَتِ الدارُ

وَهيَ لِمَن يَتَّقيهِ نِعمَتِ الدارُ

So wretched is the abode for one who disobeys his Creator;

Yet for the God-fearing, it is a blessed home.

And for one who fears Him, how excellent an abode it is!