وَكُلُّ غِنىً يَتيهُ بِهِ غَنيُّ

وَكُلُّ غِنىً يَتيهُ بِهِ غَنيُّ

فَمُرتَجَعٌ بِمَوتٍ أَو زَوالِ

فَمُرتَجَعٌ بِمَوتٍ أَو زَوالِ

And all wealth in which a rich man takes pride

Every wealth that makes the wealthy lost

Is taken back by death or loss.

Will fade with death or loss of all its cost

وَهب جَدّي زَوى لِي الأرضَ طُرّاً

وَهب جَدّي زَوى لِي الأرضَ طُرّاً

أَلَيسَ المَوتُ يَزوي ما زَوى لي

أَلَيسَ المَوتُ يَزوي ما زَوى لي

And suppose my good fortune gathered the whole earth for me—

My ancestors made land their gift to me

Does death not fold away what it gathered for me?

Does not death quench what they bequeathed to me?