اُتركْ غمومَك فَالحَياةُ غرورُ
وَاِغنَمْ سرورَكَ فالمُقامُ يَسيرُ
Leave your worries, for life is but illusion,
And enjoy your bliss, for the stay is brief.
وَالهمُّ قِنطارٌ وَصفوُك دِرهمٌ
فَخُذِ الخَفيفَ فَحَملهُ مقدورُ
Worry is a load, yet your joy a coin,
Take the light, for it is manageable to bear.
وَالصّفوُ في الدّنيا الدنِيَّةِ نادرٌ
وَالهمُّ فيها وافِرٌ وَكَثيرُ
In this lowly world, joy is rarely found,
While worries therein are abundant and plenty.
وإذا أُصِبْتَ فلا تكنْ متبرِّماً
فأخو الحِجى لو قَد أُصيبَ صَبورُ
And if afflicted, lament not with discontent,
As one bearing burdens, if hit, remains patient.
وَمَنِ اِبتلاهُ ربُّهُ فَمقرَّبٌ
لا مُبعَدٌ مِنهُ وَلا مَهجورُ
He who's tested by his Lord is drawn nearer,
Neither cast out nor abandoned, nor shunned.
لَيسَ البَقاءُ لِحادثٍ متوهّماً
وَرَحى الفَناءِ عَلى الأَنامِ تَدورُ
For no recent event is permanence assumed,
And the mill of mortality on mankind turns.
إِنَّ الفَناءَ عَلى الحُدوثِ عَلامةٌ
وعلى الحدوث يدُلُّنا التغييرُ
Verily death upon newness is a sign,
And the change makes evident our newness to us.
ما هَذِهِ الدّنيا بِدارِ إِقامَةٍ
حَتّى يَدومَ لِمَن يُسَرُّ حبورُ
This life is no perpetual abode,
That one delighted in stays forevermore.
فَسُرورُها غمُّ اللّبيبِ وَحُزنُهُ
وَصَفاؤُها عِندَ الأَريبِ كُدورُ
For the wise, its joy is but worry and its cheer
In the view of the wary, is but fraud.
ما عَيشُها الأَهنى اللّذيذُ لِذائقٍ
إِلّا هُمومٌ شَأنُها التكديرُ
Of life's bliss none tasting it feels but worries,
Save he who frets o'er every fleeting thing.
ما حُلوُها إِلّا مَرارةُ عَلقَمٍ
لَم يَستَطِبْه العارِفُ النحريرُ
Naught of life's sweetness but bitter aloes,
Unpalatable to the elucidated elite.
ما وَعدُها إِلّا مُحالٌ باطِلٌ
يَغتَرُّ فيهِ الجاهِلُ المَغرورُ
Naught of its promises but false impossible hopes,
In which the unwise deluded glories.
مَنْ ذا الّذي تَبقى لَه أَحبابُهُ
وَلَهُ يَدومُ بِمَن يُسَرُّ سُرورُ
Who is he that keeps his beloved ones?
Who remains, delighted in his joys?
مَنْ ذا الَّذي يَبقى أَبوهُ وَوِلدُهُ
وَالكلُّ أَضحى للفناءِ يَصيرُ
Who is he whose father and children remain?
All end up for mortality made.
في فَقدِكَ الشبلَ المهذّبَ شاهدٌ
أنْ لا يدومَ معظَّمٌ وحقيرُ
In your loss of the well-mannered youth lies a proof,
That neither eminent nor lowly lasts.
لو كانَ في الدّنيا اِمرُؤٌ بمخلَّدٍ
ما كان للرسُلِ الكرامِ قُبورُ
If in this world one immortal existed,
The noble messengers would not have had graves.
أَنتَ اِمرُؤٌ مِنهُ المَواعِظُ تُجتَنى
وَلَهُ التصدُّرُ ثمَّ وَالتصديرُ
You're a man whose sermons are reaped,
And for him is the foremost place and export.
فَبِأَيّ شَيءٍ وَعظُنا لِجَنابِهِ
أَرأَيتَ يوعَظُ عالمٌ وخبيرُ
With what can we advise his eminence?
Have you seen a scholar or an expert advise?
لا يَستَفيدُ الوَعظُ مِن تَعبيرِنا
أَيُفيدُهُ عُمّا دَرى التعبيرُ
No benefit comes from our expression,
Does it benefit him what we can express?
واللَّهُ يُجزِلُ أَجرَه وَثَوابَهُ
وَهوَ الكريمُ وَخَيرُهُ مَوفورُ
And God rewards him abundantly,
For He is The Generous, and His good is plenty.
وَجَزَى المصابَ بما يقرُّ عيونَهُ
وَأَقلُّ ذَلكَ جَنَّةٌ وَحريرُ
And may He reward the afflicted with what delights his eyes,
And the least of that is Paradise and silk fabrics.
وَكُنِ اِمرَأً للَّهِ سَلَّمَ أَمرَهُ
فَلَهُ الأُمورُ كَما عَلِمتَ تَصيرُ
And be a man who surrendered his matter to God,
For affairs to transpire as you know.
