أَعَائِشُ إِنَّ لِلدُّنيَا صُرُوفَا

تَلَذُّ لِمَن يَكُونُ بِهَا عَرُوفَا

Aishah, the world has its ups and downs

Sweet to those who find it kind

فَلاَ يَكُن إعتِقَادُكِ أنَّ فِيهَا

مَخُوفاً ما إِخَالُ بِهَا مَخُوفَا

So do not think that within it

There lies anything to fear

ولاَ يَحزِنكِ إِن عَبَسَت وَصدَّت

وعَاضَت مِن مَوَدَّتِهَا عُزُوفَا

Nor let it sadden you if frowning, distant

It shuns affection stubbornly

وأبَدَت نَاجِذَيهَا وأشمَأَزَّت

وأرهَفَتِ العَوالِىَ والسُّيُوفَا

Baring its fangs, recoiling

Raising swords and calamities

ولا يَطرُيكِ إِن وَلَّتكِ لِيناً لَهَا

وأَرَتكِ قَيهَلَها المَشُوفَا

Nor let it lift you if gently to you

It shows its tender side

وحَفَتكِ مَن يَحُفُّكِ بالأمَاني

فقد كَانَت مُصَرِّمَة

For it has often tricked

Those it seemed to fortify