المَوتُ لا والِداً يُبقي وَلا وَلَدا

وَلا صَغيراً وَلا شَيخاً وَلا أَحَدا

Death spares no father, nor son

Neither child, nor elder, nor anyone

كانَ النَبِيُّ فَلَم يَخلُد لِأُمَّتِهِ

لَو خَلَّدَ اللَهُ حَيّاً قَبلَهُ خَلَدا

The Prophet was, yet did not live forever for his nation

Had God granted him eternal life before, he would have lived eternally

لِلمَوتِ فينا سِهامٌ غَيرُ مُخطِئَةٍ

مَن فاتَهُ اليَومَ سَهمٌ لَم يَفُتهُ غَدا

For death, we are but unerring targets

He who escapes its arrow today, will not escape tomorrow

ما ضَرَّ مَن عَرَفَ الدُنيا وَغِرَّتَها

أَلّا يُنافِسَ فيها أَهلَها أَبَدا

It harms not he who knows this world and its deception

That he never competes with its people ever