أَرى الدُنيا سَتُؤذِنُ بِانطِلاقِ

أَرى الدُنيا سَتُؤذِنُ بِانطِلاقِ

مُشَمِّرَةً عَلى قَدَمٍ وَساقِ

مُشَمِّرَةً عَلى قَدَمٍ وَساقِ

I see the world will announce its departure,

I see this world is about to set forth

I see the world signaling its departure,

Its robe tucked up, on foot and shank.

Girding up its loins, ready to start,

Girding itself for flight with urgent haste,

فَلا الدُنيا بِباقيَةٍ لِحَيٍّ

فَلا الدُنيا بِباقيَةٍ لِحَيٍّ

وَلا حَيّ عَلى الدُنيا بِباقِ

وَلا حَيّ عَلى الدُنيا بِباقِ

So the world does not endure for any living soul,

For neither is the world for one who lives

For neither does the world remain for the living,

Nor does any living soul endure in the world.

Nor one who lives for this world to stay.

Nor does the living remain upon the world.