ما أبقتِ الدُّنيا على ناسِكٍ

كَلّا ولا تَمَّت لِمُسْتهتِرِ

The world did not abide pious folk,

No, nor were joyous lived by those who jest,

سُرورُها يُشرِف عن حُزْنِها

كأنَّها ضِحكَةُ مُستَعْبرِ

Its joy outweighs its sorrows,

As though it were a smile seen through a tear.