ما لاِمْرِىءٍ بِيَدِ الدَّهْرِ الخَؤُونِ يَدُ

ولا على جَلَدِ الدُّنيا لهُ جَلَدُ

Man has no power over the turns of fate's hand

Nor can he withstand time's blows so hard

طُوبى لأحبابِ أَقوامٍ أصَابَهُمُ

مِنْ قَبلِ أَنْ عَشِقُوا مَوْتٌ فقدْ سَعِدُوا

Happy are those friends who found

Death before they learned to love

وَحَقِّهِمْ إنّه حَقٌّ أَضِنُّ بِهِ

لأُنْفِدَنَّ لهم دَمْعي كما نَفِدُوا

I avow their due right, and willingly

Shed my tears for them as they shed their blood

يا دَهْرُ إنّكَ مَسْقِيٌّ بكَأسِهُمُ

ووارِدٌ ذلكَ الحَوْضَ الّذي وَرَدُوا

O Time, you who made them drink the cup

And go to the spring to which they came

الخَلْقُ ماضونَ والأيّامُ تَتْبَعُهُمْ

نَفْنَى جَميعاً ويبقى الواحِدُ الصَّمَدُ

Mankind passes away and days pursue them

We all pass, but the One, the Eternal, remains