وَما المَرءُ في دُنياهُ إِلّا كَهاجِعٍ

وَما المَرءُ في دُنياهُ إِلّا كَهاجِعٍ

تَراءت لَهُ الأَحلامُ وَهيَ خَوادِعُ

تَراءت لَهُ الأَحلامُ وَهيَ خَوادِعُ

And a man in his earthly life is but like a sleeper,

In this world a man is but a sleeper

To whom dreams have appeared, deceptive as they are.

Dreaming of all kinds of things

ينعِّمُهُ طَيفٌ مِنَ اللَهوِ باطِلٌ

ينعِّمُهُ طَيفٌ مِنَ اللَهوِ باطِلٌ

وَيُوقِظُهُ نَومٌ مِنَ الدَهرِ فاجِعُ

وَيُوقِظُهُ نَومٌ مِنَ الدَهرِ فاجِعُ

An illusory phantom of pleasure delights him,

While phantoms of delight beguile him

And a grievous sleep from time awakens him.

And wakeful sorrow and care assail him