يا مَن يُسَرُّ بِنَفسِهِ وَشَبابِهِ

أَنّى سُرِرتَ وَأَنتَ في خُلَسِ الرَدى

O you who rejoice in your youth and vigor

How can you rejoice when you are sliding into the pit of decay?

أَهلَ القُبورِ لا تَواصُلَ بَينَكُم

مَن ماتَ أَصبَحَ هَبلُهُ رَثَّ القُوى

The people of the graves, there is no connection between you

Whoever dies, his strength becomes frail, his vigor diminished

يا مَن أَقامَ وَقَد مَضى إِخوانُهُ

ما أَنتَ إِلّا واحِدٌ مِمَّن مَضى

O you who remains while your brethren have passed

You are but one of those who have gone before

أَنَسيتَ أَن تُدعى وَأَنتَ مُحَشرِج

ما إِن تَفيقُ وَلا تُجيبُ لِمَن دَعا

Have you forgotten you will be called while convulsed in death throes

You will not respond when called by the one who calls you

أَمّا خُطاكَ إِلى العَمى فَسَريعَةٌ

وَإِلى الهُدى فَأَراكَ مُنقَبِضَ الخُطا

As for your steps toward blindness, they are swift

While toward guidance, I see you recoiling