أَفٍّ عَلى الدُنيا وَأَسبابِها

أَفٍّ عَلى الدُنيا وَأَسبابِها

فَإِنَّها لِلحُزنِ مَخلوقَة

فَإِنَّها لِلحُزنِ مَخلوقَة

Fie upon the world and its trappings!

I grieve for this world and its trappings,

Fie upon the world and its causes,

For it was created for sorrow.

For it was created for sorrow.

For truly, it was created for sorrow.

هُمومُها ما تَنقَضي ساعَةً

هُمومُها ما تَنقَضي ساعَةً

عَن مَلِكٍ فيها وَعِن سُوَقه

عَن مَلِكٍ فيها وَعِن سُوَقه

Its cares never abate, even for an hour,

Its worries do not cease for an instant

Its cares do not cease for a single moment,

for a king within it or for common folk.

From a king or a commoner alike.

From a king therein, nor from a common subject.