جَميعُ فَوائِدِ الدُنيا غُرورُ

جَميعُ فَوائِدِ الدُنيا غُرورُ

وَلا يَبقى لِمَسرورٍ سُرورُ

وَلا يَبقى لِمَسرورٍ سُرورُ

All the gains of this world are a delusion.

All the pleasures of this world are fleeting

All the gains of this world are vanity,

And no joy endures for one who is happy.

No joy remains for one who takes delight

And joy does not remain for the joyful.

فَقُل لِلشامِتينَ بِنا أَفيقوا

فَقُل لِلشامِتينَ بِنا أَفيقوا

فَإِنَّ نَوائِبَ الدُنيا تَدورُ

فَإِنَّ نَوائِبَ الدُنيا تَدورُ

So tell those who gloat over us: Come to your senses!

Say to those who gloat over our state: Awake!

So say to those who gloat at our misfortune: "Wake up,"

For the misfortunes of this world come round in turn.

For the blows of fate continue to pour

For the calamities of the world take turns.