يا ذائباً من وجده

بالكبريا لا تنصدمْ

O you who found the wolf

Do not be dismayed by arrogance

أمُّ الكبائر إنها

تُفني الأنام وتنتقمْ

The mother of all sins, it

Destroys people and takes revenge

كم فاضلٍ أضحى بسي

ف خبالها كالمنهدم

How many virtuous became evil

In its illusions like ruined

قد مزقت أحشاءه

بل نفسه كي ينعدم

It tore his guts

Even his soul so he perishes

أضحت فضائلُ نُسكه

مرذولةً كالمنسَقم

His virtues of devotion became

Worthless like discarded

صن قلبنا مع عقلنا

مع وهمنا يا محتكم

Protect our heart with our mind

With our illusion, O you who judges