تَبارَكَ رَبٌّ لايَزالُ وَلَم يَزَل

عَظيمَ العَطايا رازِقاً دائِمَ السَيبِ

Blessed is the Lord, eternal, without beginning

Great in gifts, the ever bountiful provider

لَهِجتُ بِدارِ المَوتِ مُستَحسِناً لَها

وَحَسبي لِدارِ المَوتِ بِالمَوتِ مِن عَيبِ

I have found pleasure in the abode of death

And death's flaw is enough for me in death's abode

لِيَخلُ امرُؤٌ دونَ الثِقاتِ بِنَفسِهِ

فَما كُلُّ مَوثوقٍ بِهِ ناصِحُ الجَيبِ

Let each man beware of trusting in himself

For not every trusted friend is true to his word

لَعَمرُكَ ما عَينٌ مِنَ المَوتِ في عَمىً

وَما عَقلُ ذي عَقلٍ مِنَ البَعثِ في رَيبِ

By your life! The eye is not blind to death in blindness

Nor is the mind of a rational man doubtful of resurrection

وَما زالَتِ الدُنيا تُري الناسَ ظاهِراً

لَها شاهِدٌ مِنهُ يَدُلُّ عَلى غَيبِ

And the world continues to show people openly

A witness for it that points to the unseen