ما خَيرُ عَيشٍ صَفوُهُ يُكَدِّرُه
لا بُدَّ أَن يَشكُوَهُ مَن يَشكُرُه
What good is a life whose very serenity clouds it,
when even one who gives thanks for it must complain of it?
وَالمَرءُ يَنسى وَالمَنايا تُذكِرُه
يُميتُهُ بَقاؤُهُ فَيَقبُرُه
Man forgets, but mortality reminds him;
his very continuance kills him, then consigns him to the grave.
وَكَسرَهُ مِنهُ الَّذي لا يُجبِرُه
يَطويهِ مِن مَداهُ ما لا يَنشُرُه
And what within it cannot mend him has broken him;
from his allotted span, what never unfolds him folds him away.
في كُلِّ مَجرى نَفَسٍ يُكَرِّرُه
يَهدِمُ مِن عُمرِكَ ما لا تَعمُرُه
With every passage of a breath he repeats,
he tears from your life what you can never rebuild.
Sol 5.6