1. Woe to the son of Adam - his wellbeing deceives him,
So he craves night-time and morning.

2. As if his journey one day and his death
Do not come with supplies and packing.

3. The smoothness of the new moons decays, just as
What was built solidly crumbles.

4. Fate is not gentle with its coils,
Rough with a new moon and not a warrior with spears.

5. People stretched high in building - how strange!
Yet the throne of Bilqis has shrunken feet.

6. Though the rough times exhaust their violence,
With defeat and humiliation,

7. These harsh nights unrelentingly
Shoot their arrows at my brother Habu.

8. Whoever is enlightened by the light of truth, guided,
Does not fear the dark of nullities and deceit.

9. There must be a lonely pillar in tracing,
If no deeds furnish it with company.

10. So look to yourself - have you ever looked
To God for protection and bliss?