حَياتُكَ أَنفاسٌ تُعَدُّ وَكُلَّما

مَضى نَفَسٌ مِنها اِنتَقَصت بِهِ جُزءا

Your life is breaths that are counted, and

Whenever a breath passes from it, a piece is diminished

فَتُصبِحُ في نَقصٍ وَتُمسي بِمِثلِه

وَمالُكَ مَعقولٌ تُحِسُّ بِهِ رُزءا

So you become deficient, and go to bed the same way,

And what you own is reasonable, you feel bits of sustenance

يُميتُكَ ما يُحييكَ في كُلِّ ساعَةٍ

وَيَحدوكَ حادٍ ما يُريدُ بِكَ الهُزءا

What gives you life kills you every hour

And someone who wants to destroy you makes fun of you