مَن سابَقَ الدَهرَ كَبا كَبوَةً

لَم يَستَقِلها مِن خُطى الدَهرِ

He who races too fast ahead of fate

Will not escape its steady gait

فَاِخطُ مَعَ الدَهرِ عَلى ما خَطى

وَاجرِ مَعَ الدَهرِ كَما يَجري

So move apace with fate's decree

And flow as time's own current be

لَيسَ لِمَن لَيسَت لَهُ حيلَةٌ

مَوجودَةٌ خَيرٌ مِنَ الصَبرِ

For he with no recourse can but bide

Endurance is his only guide

ما أَسرَعَ الأَيامَ في الشَهرِ

وَأَسرَعَ الأَشهُرَ في العُمرِ

How fast the days slip by each month

The months slip faster from our youth