وَما هَذِهِ الدُنيا سِوى كَرِّ لَحطَةٍ

يُعَدُّ بِها الماضي وَما لَم يَحِن بَعدُ

This world is but a momentary stay

Wherein the past is counted, and the rest yet delayed

هِيَ الزَمَنُ المَوجودُ لا شَيءَ غَيرَهُ

وَما مَرَّ وَالآتي عَديمانِ يا دَعدُ

It is time present, naught else in any way

What's passed and what's to come are alike gone and mislaid