ألم تَر المَرءَ طولَ حَياتِهِ

ألم تَر المَرءَ طولَ حَياتِهِ

مُعَنّىً بأَمرٍ لا يَزالُ يعالِجُهْ

مُعَنّىً بأَمرٍ لا يَزالُ يعالِجُهْ

Have you not seen man, throughout his life,

Doesn't man spend his lifetime

tormented by a matter he never ceases to grapple with?

Concerned with something he cannot resolve

يدورُ كَدودِ القَزِّ ينسجُ دائماً

يدورُ كَدودِ القَزِّ ينسجُ دائماً

ويهلِكُ غَمّاً وسْطَ ما هُوَ ناسِجُهْ

ويهلِكُ غَمّاً وسْطَ ما هُوَ ناسِجُهْ

He turns like a silkworm, always weaving,

He spins like silkworms endlessly

and perishes of anguish amid what he is weaving.

And perishes in grief amidst his own spinning