1. لا يَغبَطَن ماشٍ فَوارِسَ شُزَّبٍ

    ما فارِسٌ إِلّا كَآخَرَ راجِلِ

    Let no man on foot envy riders of lean steeds;

    a horseman is no different from another man on foot.

  2. وَيَدايَ في دُنيايَ وَهِيَ حَبيبَةٌ

    كَيَدَي أَبي لَهبٍ غَداً في الآجِلِ

    And my two hands in this world of mine, dear though it is,

    are like Abu Lahab's two hands tomorrow in the hereafter.

  3. وَإِذا اِفتَكَرتَ فَما يَهيجُ تَفَكُّري

    فيما أُكابِدُ غَيرَ لَومِ الناجِلِ

    And when you reflect, nothing stirs my thoughts

    about what I endure but blame for the begetter.

  4. وَأَرَحتُ أَولادي فَهُم في نِعمَةِ ال

    عَدَمِ الَّتي فَضَلَت نَعيمَ العاجِلِ

    And I have spared my children: they enjoy the blessing of

    nonexistence, which surpasses the pleasures of this present life.

  5. وَلَو أَنَّهُم ظَهَروا لَعانوا شِدَّةً

    تَرميهُمُ في مُتلِفاتِ هَواجِلِ

    And had they come into being, they would have suffered hardship

    that would hurl them into deadly, trackless deserts.

  6. أَسوِئ بِحالِ الظَبيِ وَهوَ مُرَبَّبٌ

    في الإِنسِ يَمرَحُ في حُلىً وَجَلاجِلِ

    How wretched the gazelle's lot, though it is pampered

    among humans, frolicking in ornaments and bells!

  7. أُطلُب لِنَفسِكَ يا أَغَنُّ مَحَلَّةً

    في حَيثُ لا تُدميكَ زَجلَةُ زاجِلِ

    Seek a dwelling for yourself, O nasal-voiced one,

    where no thrower's missile can draw your blood.

  8. لَولا نَوافِرُ في القَديمِ تَناسَلَت

    ما أَنضَجَ الظَبِيّاتِ غَليُ مَراجِلِ

    Had skittish creatures not bred in days of old,

    boiling cauldrons would never have cooked the does.

  9. وَسَوالِفُ القُمرِ السَواكِنُ بِالفَلا

    غُذّينَ أَيدِيَ أَيِّدٍ بِمَناجِلِ

    And the necks of turtledoves dwelling in the wilderness

    were made food for a strong man's hands wielding sickles.

  10. لا تَأسَفَنَّ حَواجِلُ الغِربانِ وَال

    فِتيانُ كُلُّهُمُ بِقَيدٍ حاجِلِ

    Let the hopping ravens not grieve, for the

    young men are all held in a hobbling fetter.

  11. وَسِجِلُّ مَوتٍ راحَ يَكتُبُهُ الرَدى

    لِمُساجِلٍ مِنّا وَغَيرِ مُساجِلِ

    And Doom has set about writing a register of death

    for those among us who vie, and those who do not.