قُل لِلهَوامِلِ في الدُنا ما بالُكُم

قُل لِلهَوامِلِ في الدُنا ما بالُكُم

كَالنائِمينَ وَأَنتُمُ أَيقاظُ

كَالنائِمينَ وَأَنتُمُ أَيقاظُ

Say to the strays in the worlds: What ails you,

Tell those who linger in this world, why do you

Like sleepers, though you are awake?

Sleep as if awake, not knowing what's to come

أَينَ المَقاوِلُ وَالجَبابِرُ قَبلَكُم

أَينَ المَقاوِلُ وَالجَبابِرُ قَبلَكُم

فاضوا عَلى عِلَلِ الزَمانِ وَفاظوا

فاضوا عَلى عِلَلِ الزَمانِ وَفاظوا

Where are the chieftains and tyrants who came before you?

Where are the rulers and tyrants before you

They passed away amid time's afflictions, and perished.

Who passed away and their times have gone

مُتَنافِسينَ عَلى المُقامِ وَإِنَّما

مُتَنافِسينَ عَلى المُقامِ وَإِنَّما

خَلفَ الرَكائِبِ سائِقٌ مِلظاظُ

خَلفَ الرَكائِبِ سائِقٌ مِلظاظُ

Vying to remain, though in truth

Competing for status, which is fleeting

Behind the riding camels is a relentless driver.

For there is only one Driver in the end

اللَبثُ لَمحٌ وَالمُناخُ مُحَفَّرٌ

اللَبثُ لَمحٌ وَالمُناخُ مُحَفَّرٌ

وَالرَعيُ خَطفٌ وَالوُرودُ لَماظُ

وَالرَعيُ خَطفٌ وَالوُرودُ لَماظُ

The stay is a flash, and the halting-place a dug hollow;

This life is but a blink, and dwelling a grave

Grazing is a snatch, and coming to water a mere taste.

Grazing but a snatch, roses but thorns

أُنظُر إِلى هَذا الزَمانِ بِعَينِهِ

أُنظُر إِلى هَذا الزَمانِ بِعَينِهِ

تَرَجِع إِلَيكَ بِمَقتِهِ الأَلحاظُ

تَرَجِع إِلَيكَ بِمَقتِهِ الأَلحاظُ

Look at this very age:

Look upon this age with its own eyes

Your glances will return to you with loathing for it.

And it shall return your gaze with hatred