أَعَائِشُ إِنَّ لِلدُّنيَا صُرُوفَا

أَعَائِشُ إِنَّ لِلدُّنيَا صُرُوفَا

تَلَذُّ لِمَن يَكُونُ بِهَا عَرُوفَا

تَلَذُّ لِمَن يَكُونُ بِهَا عَرُوفَا

O A’isha, indeed the world has turns of fortune,

Aishah, the world has its ups and downs

Sweet to whoever knows her well.

Sweet to those who find it kind

فَلاَ يَكُن إعتِقَادُكِ أنَّ فِيهَا

فَلاَ يَكُن إعتِقَادُكِ أنَّ فِيهَا

مَخُوفاً ما إِخَالُ بِهَا مَخُوفَا

مَخُوفاً ما إِخَالُ بِهَا مَخُوفَا

So do not believe that within her lies

So do not think that within it

Anything fearsome; I deem nothing in her fearsome.

There lies anything to fear

ولاَ يَحزِنكِ إِن عَبَسَت وَصدَّت

ولاَ يَحزِنكِ إِن عَبَسَت وَصدَّت

وعَاضَت مِن مَوَدَّتِهَا عُزُوفَا

وعَاضَت مِن مَوَدَّتِهَا عُزُوفَا

Nor be saddened if she frowns and turns away,

Nor let it sadden you if frowning, distant

And exchanges her affection for aversion,

It shuns affection stubbornly

وأبَدَت نَاجِذَيهَا وأشمَأَزَّت

وأبَدَت نَاجِذَيهَا وأشمَأَزَّت

وأرهَفَتِ العَوالِىَ والسُّيُوفَا

وأرهَفَتِ العَوالِىَ والسُّيُوفَا

And bares her molars and recoils in disgust,

Baring its fangs, recoiling

And whets the lances and swords.

Raising swords and calamities

ولا يَطرُيكِ إِن وَلَّتكِ لِيناً لَهَا

ولا يَطرُيكِ إِن وَلَّتكِ لِيناً لَهَا

وأَرَتكِ قَيهَلَها المَشُوفَا

وأَرَتكِ قَيهَلَها المَشُوفَا

Nor be flattered if she offers you her gentleness,

Nor let it lift you if gently to you

And shows you her adorned face,

It shows its tender side

وحَفَتكِ مَن يَحُفُّكِ بالأمَاني

وحَفَتكِ مَن يَحُفُّكِ بالأمَاني

فقد كَانَت مُصَرِّمَة

فقد كَانَت مُصَرِّمَة

And surrounds you with those who surround you with hopes,

For it has often tricked

For she was severing ties.

Those it seemed to fortify