مالُهُ من فَتكِ راحَتِهِ
كأعاديه على وَجَلِ
His calm has no aggression,
His wealth, from the havoc of his palm,
As if his enemies cause him unease.
Is like his enemies, trembling in fear.
أبداً تتلو مواهِبُهُ
خُلِق الإنسانُ من عَجَلِ
His gifts are endless,
Forever do his generous gifts recite:
Man was created in haste.
"Man was created out of haste."
