1. O soul, this is nothing but the patience of days
As if their pleasures are worthless dreams

2. O soul, why can't I stop being ambitious
My eyes are quickly desirous and high-aspiring

3. O soul, distance yourself from this world
And leave it behind, for truth is ahead of me

4.
O soul, what provisions I have except what benefits me

5. In the grave, the day my burial is my honor
Time has its turns in how it passes

6. Indeed, time is prone to breaking and mending
As for old age, it has shown its deterioration

7. And it has fulfilled what was required of it since years ago

8. I exaggerate the value of worldly life and esteem it
Ignorantly, and I did not see it as worthy of esteem

9. O you whose day is coming in its hour
Even if it is delayed from year to year

10. If people carried your bier on their shoulders
Rushing your coffin quickly on foot

11. On the last day of farewells, when you bid it farewell
You will be gifted to where there is no redemption or protector

12. People are but like breaths in their nearness
If not for differences of provisions and fates

13. How much vain play and nonsense for the children of Adam
And how much firmness and resoluteness from incidents

14. How much has worldly life lured them with its comforts
If only they had listened with understanding

15. And how many days have worn out people
Who were strong in it with bodies and power

16. O dweller of the house, you build it and inhabit it
While the house is the home of perishments and illnesses

17. Do not be fooled by this deceitful world
For how many nations has the world toyed with

18. O Lord of the moderately abstemious without experience
And the excessively indulgent after trial and examination