وأَرَى ذا العَيشِ لا تُحرِزُهُ

لَمعَةٌ تَعمُرُ أو غَيبُ وَطَن

I see this life cannot be kept

By splendor dwelling or a homeland left

هَل لَهُ إن لَم يَمُت في قَعَصٍ

مِن غِنَاهُ غَيرُ قَبرٍ وكَفَن

What has he, if he dies not in hardship

Save riches no grave or shroud can heft

بَينمَا يَغبِطُهُ أَشياعُهُ

قَلَبَ الدَّهرُ لَهُ ظَهرَ المِجَن

While his loved ones envy what he kept

Time turned its back and threw him to grief