الناسُ مِن مُحسِنٍ لَهُ صِفَةٌ

الناسُ مِن مُحسِنٍ لَهُ صِفَةٌ

وَمِن مُسيءٍ يَكفيكَهُ عَمَلُه

وَمِن مُسيءٍ يَكفيكَهُ عَمَلُه

Among people is a doer of good, with a quality of his own,

People are known for the good they do

People are of the virtuous, distinguished by their trait,

and a wrongdoer whose deeds tell you enough about him.

And the evil by their misdeeds.

And of the evildoer—his own deeds suffice to demonstrate.

وَالمَرءُ ما عاشَ عامِلٌ نَصِبٌ

وَالمَرءُ ما عاشَ عامِلٌ نَصِبٌ

لا يَنقَضي حِرصُهُ وَلا أَمَلُه

لا يَنقَضي حِرصُهُ وَلا أَمَلُه

And man, as long as he lives, labors in weariness;

A man lives busy with his hopes and fears;

For man, as long as he lives, is a toiler, weary and spent,

his craving never ends, nor does his hope.

His longing and desires know no end,

Neither his greed ever ceases, nor is his hope ever content.

يَرجو أُموراً عَنهُ مُغَيَّبَةً

يَرجو أُموراً عَنهُ مُغَيَّبَةً

جَهلاً وَمِن دونِ ما رَجا أَجَلُه

جَهلاً وَمِن دونِ ما رَجا أَجَلُه

He hopes for things hidden from him,

Seeking things obscured from him

He sets his heart on matters veiled from his eyes,

in ignorance, yet his appointed end comes before what he hoped for.

In ignorance, until death takes its toll.

In ignorance, while between him and his desire, his appointed hour lies.