1. My soul mourned for me as the nights went by
Changing from one state to another

2. Why am I not preoccupied with myself?
Why do I not fear death, what is wrong with me?

3. I am certain that I will not last
Yet I see that I do not care

4. Do I not take heed from the memory of a people
Who perhaps crossed my mind and perished?

5. It is as if my pallbearer started walking
With my coffin between four hurried men

6. Behind me are women crying bitterly
As if their hearts are distraught

7. I will be content with the sustenance of a day
And not seek to compete in wealth

8. Exalted is God, O Salama son of Omar
Greed has humiliated the necks of men

9. Let the world come to you easily
Is that not its ultimate fate, to decline?

10. So why do you hope for something that does not remain
When soon the nights will change it