تَرجو الفِرارَ مِنَ الهُمومِ وَلَم يَكُن
يَحميكَ مِنها لَأمَةٌ ودِلاصُ
You hope to flee from cares, yet
You wish to flee from worries, but there is not
neither armor nor polished mail could shield you from them.
A refuge to protect you from all this distress.
مَن يَرتَجي ما يَستَحيلُ فَجاهِلٌ
وَالهَمُّ قَيدٌ لَيسَ مِنهُ خَلاصُ
Whoever hopes for what is impossible is ignorant;
Who hopes for the impossible is so unwise -
and worry is a shackle from which there is no release.
For worry's a shackle from which there's no release.
Sol 6.1