يا أَيُّها المُتَسَمِّنُ

قُل لي لِمَن تَتَسَمَّنُ

O you who are absorbed in worldly pleasures

Tell me, for whom do you immerse yourself in them?

سَمَّنتَ نَفسَكَ لِلبِلى

وَبَطِنتَ يا مُستَبطِنُ

You have immersed yourself in temporal things

And overindulged, O glutton!

وَأَسَأتَ كُلَّ إِساءَةٍ

وَظَنَنتَ أَنَّكَ تُحسِنُ

You have committed all kinds of wrongdoing

Yet you think you are doing good

ما لي رَأَيتُكَ تَطمئِن

نُ إِلى الحَياةِ وَتَركَنُ

I have never seen you be at peace

And settled into life, tranquil and composed

يا ساكِنَ الحُجُراتِ ما

لَكَ غَيرُ قَبرِكَ مَسكَنُ

O dweller of rooms, what home do you have

Other than your grave, as a dwelling?

اليَومَ أَنتَ مُكاثِرٌ

وَمُفاخِرٌ مُتَزَيِّنُ

Today you boast and show off

Adorned and self-important

وَغَداً تَصيرُ إِلى القُبو

رِ مُحَنَّطٌ وَمُكَفَّنُ

Yet tomorrow you will be laid in a tomb

Embalmed and shrouded

أَحدِث لِرَبِّكَ تَوبَةً

فَسَبيلُها لَكَ مُمكِنُ

Repent sincerely to your Lord

For the path to Him is open to you

وَاصرِف هَواكَ لِخَوفِهِ

فيما تُسِرُّ وَتُعلِنُ

And turn your desires to fearing Him

In private and in public

فَكَأَنَّ شَخصَكَ لَم يَكُن

في الناسِ ساعَةَ تُدفَنُ

It is as if your person never existed

Among people when you are buried

وَكَأَنَّ أَهلَكَ قَد بَكَوا

جَزَعاً عَلَيكَ وَرَنَّنوا

And as if your family intensely grieved

And lamented over you

فَإِذا مَضَت لَكَ جُمعَةٌ

فَكَأَنَّهُم لَم يَحزَنوا

But when a week has passed

It is as if they never mourned

الناسُ في غَفَلاتِهِم

وَرَحى المَنِيَّةِ تَطحَنُ

People are heedless

As the mill of mortality grinds away

ما دونَ دائِرَةِ الرَدى

حِصنٌ لِمَن يَتَحَصَّنُ

There is no fortress against fate's wheel

Except for one who takes refuge in God