تَكذِبُ النُّفُوسَ لَمعَتُها

تَكذِبُ النُّفُوسَ لَمعَتُها

وتَحُورُ بَعدُ آثارا

وتَحُورُ بَعدُ آثارا

Its gleam deceives souls,

The souls lie despite their brilliance

And afterward turns to traces.

And later alter their traces