فَإِنَّ الرَدى غالَ أَهلَ التُقى

فَإِنَّ الرَدى غالَ أَهلَ التُقى

فَلَم يَبقَ إِلّا الغَشومُ العَنيد

فَلَم يَبقَ إِلّا الغَشومُ العَنيد

For death has carried off the people of piety,

For high prices have estranged people of piety,

So none remains but the ruthless, obstinate oppressor.

So there remains only the obstinate transgressor,

وَأَودى بِكُلِّ خَليلٍ وَدودٍ

وَأَودى بِكُلِّ خَليلٍ وَدودٍ

فَأَينَ وَلا أَينَ خِلٌّ وَدود

فَأَينَ وَلا أَينَ خِلٌّ وَدود

And it has carried off every loving friend.

And every intimate, loving friend is lost,

Where, then, is a loving friend? Nowhere.

So where, oh where, is an intimate, loving friend?

وَكَم مِن أَخي ثِقَةٍ قَد لَحَدتُ

وَكَم مِن أَخي ثِقَةٍ قَد لَحَدتُ

فَلِلَّهِ ما غَيَّبَتهُ اللُحود

فَلِلَّهِ ما غَيَّبَتهُ اللُحود

And how many a trusted brother I have buried!

And how many a trusted brother have I buried,

So to God belongs what the graves have hidden.

So truly the graves have hidden them,

وَأَثكَلَني الأُنسَ ثُكلُ اللِداتِ

وَأَثكَلَني الأُنسَ ثُكلُ اللِداتِ

فَصِرتُ كَأَنّي غَريبٌ وَحيد

فَصِرتُ كَأَنّي غَريبٌ وَحيد

And the loss of my peers has bereft me of companionship,

And loss of friends has bereaved me like the loss of children,

So I have become like a stranger, all alone.

So I have become like a lonely stranger.

وَكَم مِن شَقِيٍّ يُوارى التُرابَ

وَكَم مِن شَقِيٍّ يُوارى التُرابَ

وَكَم مِن سَعيدٍ يُوارى الصَعيد

وَكَم مِن سَعيدٍ يُوارى الصَعيد

And how many a wretched man is buried in the dust,

And how many a wretched one is covered by dust,

And how many a fortunate man is buried in the earth!

And how many a happy one covered by soil.