أَيام بُؤسك يا شَرّ الأَنام دَنَت

وَالعَزل يَأتي بِلا شَكٍّ يُوافيكا

The days of your misery, O worst of men, are close

And isolation will undoubtedly come to you

وَفي أَواخر شَوالٍ نَعيمك لا

يَبقى وَسَهم المَنايا نافذ فيكا

And in the last days of Shawwal, your bliss will not

Remain, and the arrows of death pierce you

وَسَوفَ تَهوي بِما قَدمت في سَقرٍ

مَع كُل مَن كانَ في الدُنيا يُصافيكا

And you will plunge for what you did in Hell

With all who were intimate with you in the world

فَاِقطَع رَجاءَك مِن مال وَمِن وَلَد

وَمِنكانَت تجافيكا

So cut off your hopes from money and children

And from those who used to be intimate with you

وَاندب شَبابك في شَهر الصِيام فَما

يَأتيك في يَوم عيد الفطر كافيكا

And lament your youth in the month of fasting, for nothing

Will come to you on the day of Eid sufficient for you

دلت عَلى ذاك رُؤيا وَهيَ صادِقَةٌ

مِن عارف مُظهر لِلناس خافيكا

That was indicated by a true dream

From one knowledgeable, who shows people your secrets