جهلت أصول الدين ثم ارتقبت من

بلية وهم الجهل للنكر والكفر

I was ignorant of the fundamentals of religion, then I expected

Disaster, for ignorance leads to denial and blasphemy

وظنيت أن الفهم والعقل والعلا

بزيغك عن دين به رفعة القدر

And I thought understanding, reason and knowledge

Would lead you astray from the religion of high worth

وحاولت إحكام الطبيعة جاهلاً

ولم تدر يا مغرور أنك لا تدري

And I tried foolishly to master nature

Not knowing, o deluded one, that you do not know

وخليت أمر اللَه ملقى على القفا

وصيرت ميزان الضلال على الصدر

And I left God's command behind my back

And made the balance of misguidance upon my chest

لعمري ما أفلحت يا أحمق الورى

وسيرك هذا بدء عاقبة الشر

By my life! You did not succeed, o most foolish of creation

And this conduct of yours is the beginning of evil's consequence

ألم تدر أن الأجنبي إذا درى

شؤونك فيما أنت فيه من الحسر

Did you not know that when a foreigner understands

Your affairs amidst the grief you are in

وحقق منك الكذب والزور والخنا

ودورك في شطحا الخيانة والمكر

And sees in you lies, falsehood, betrayal and cunning

And your role in the ravings of treachery and deception

وقولك بالبهتان في دينك الذي

ولدت به ثم انحرفت عن الأمر

And your words of slander about your religion in which

You were born but then deviated from the right path

وتضييعك الحكم الإلهي بعد ما

نشأت به طفلاً وأرشدك المقري

And your wasting of the divine ordinance after

You were raised by it as a child and guided by the teacher

وبعدك من مولاك يكفيك ذلةٌ

فتباً كما تدري لعمرك من عمر

And your distance from your Master is enough disgrace

So woe to you, as you know, by your life from among lives

فلو كنت ذا عققلٍ ورأى وهمة

تمسكت بالمولى مع الذكر والشكر

If you had intellect, perception and resolve

You would have held fast to the Master with mention and gratitude

واتقئت حسن السعى بالصبر والرضا

ولم تشتغل قلباً بزيدٍ ولا عمر

And attained excellent endeavor with patience and contentment

And did not busy your heart with increase or decrease of wealth

ولكن دهاك الوهم والزيغ والهوى

أعوذ بسر اللَه من ضربة المكر

But fantasy, deviance and passions misguided you

I seek refuge in God's mystery from the stroke of cunning

إذا ضاع عز الدين فالعز ضائع

وإن صيح هذا العز لا كسر للجبر

When the honor of religion is lost, honor itself is lost

And though this honor cries out, there is no breaking of fate