1. We are in an abode of distress and affliction,
An abode where its days call out to it with separation.

2. We have truly known you, O life, with knowledge
That has become certain for us, so decrease or increase as you wish.

3. We see the nights and days rushing
Upon us and upon you with division and estrangement.

4. Parting from this world and its inhabitants has become inevitable,
Yet one hopes for immortality, though it is no abode of permanence.

5. O soul, unto death my eyes are entrusted,
So turn away from it or deviate if you can.

6. If this abode will not last for me,
Why should I weary myself with founding and building?

7. Fate has never clothed me in its happiness
Without being accompanied by misfortune and loss.

8. And I have a day of death that has no defense,
If it came to me, my strategies would surely fail.

9. Praise be to God! All creation is imperfect,
Shifting between abandonment and support.

10. And all that the mothers have given birth to
Are bound to a death which the hours of birth will fulfill.