يا طالِبَ الحِكمَةِ مِن أَهلِها
النورُ يَجلو لَونَ ظَلمائِهِ
O seeker of wisdom from its people
The light makes clear the color of its darkness
وَلأَصلُ يَسقي أَبَداً فَرعَهُ
وَتُثمِرُ الأَكمامُ مِن مائِهِ
And the origin forever waters its branch
And the buds bear fruit from its water
مَن حَسَدَ الناسَ عَلى مالِهِم
تَحَمَّلَ الهَمَّ بِأَعبائِهِ
Whoever envied people for their money
Bore worries with its burdens
وَالدَهرُ رَوّاغٌ بِأَبنائِهِ
يَغُرُّهُم مِنهُ بِحَلوائِهِ
And time is fickle with its children
Tempting them with its sweets
يُلحِقُ آباءً بِأَبنائِهِم
وَيُلحِقُ الإِبنَ بِآبائِهِ
It makes fathers catch up with their sons
And makes the son catch up with his fathers
وَالفِعلُ مَنسوبٌ إِلى أَهلِهِ
كَلشَيءِ تَدعوهُ بِأَسمائِهِ
And the deed is attributed to its people
As everything is called by its names