الخَيرُ وَالشَرُّ عاداتٌ وَأَهواءُ
وَقَد يَكونُ مِنَ الأَحبابِ أَعداءُ
Good and evil are habits and desires
And friends may turn out to be foes
لِلحِلمِ شاهِدُ صِدقٍ حينَ ما غَضَبٌ
وَلِلحَليمِ عَنِ العَوراتِ إِغضاءُ
Patience shows truth when angry
And the forbearing overlooks faults
كُلٌّ لَهُ سَعيُهُ وَالسَعيُ مُختَلِفٌ
وَكُلُّ نَفسٍ لَها في سَعيِها شاءُ
Each has their own pursuit and pursuits differ
Each soul has its own will in its quest
لِكُلِّ داءٍ دَواءٌ عِندَ عالِمِهِ
مَن لَم يَكُن عالِماً لَم يَدرِ ما الداءُ
For every disease there is a cure with its doctor
Who doesn't know the cure won't know the illness
الحَمدُ لِلَّهِ يَقضي ما يَشاءُ وَلا
يُقضى عَلَيهِ وَما لِلخَلقِ ما شاؤوا
Thanks to God who fulfills what He wills and none
Can will against Him, creatures have no will
لَم يُخلَقِ الخَلقُ إِلّا لِلفَناءِ مَعاً
نَفنى وَتَفنى أَحاديثٌ وَأَسماءُ
Creation was made only to perish together
We perish and names and tales perish
يا بُعدَ مَن ماتَ مِمَّن كانَ يُلطِفُهُ
قامَت قِيامَتُهُ وَالناسُ أَحياءُ
Oh how distant are the dead from the living
Their time has come while people live on
يُقصي الخَليلُ أَخاهُ عِندَ ميتَتِهِ
وَكُلُّ مَن ماتَ أَقصَتهُ الأَخِلّاءُ
A friend deserts his brother at his death
All the deceased are deserted by friends
لَم تَبكِ نَفسَكَ أَيّامَ الحَياةِ لِما
تَخشى وَأَنتَ عَلى الأَمواتِ بَكّاءُ
Don't cry for yourself in life over what
You fear, while crying over the dead
أَستَغفِرُ اللَهَ مِن ذَنبي وَمِن سَرَفي
إِنّي وَإِن كُنتُ مَستوراً لَخَطّاءُ
I seek forgiveness from God for my sins and excess
Though hidden I am a sinner
لَم تَقتَحِم بي دَواعي النَفسِ مَعصيةً
إِلّا وَبَيني وَبَينَ النورِ ظَلماءُ
No urge makes me disobey though between me
And the light is darkness
كَم راتِعٍ في ظِلالِ العَيشِ تَتبَعُهُ
مِنهُنَّ داهِيَةٌ تَرتَجُّ دَهياءُ
How many hermits in the shadows of life
Are followed by an insistent demon
وَلِلحَوادِثِ ساعاتٌ مُصَرَفَةٌ
فيهِنَّ لِلحَينِ إِدناءٌ وَإِقصاءُ
Events have their allotted hours
Bringing closeness or distance in turn
كُلٌّ يُنَقَّلُ في ضيقٍ وَفي سَعَةٍ
وَلِلزَمانِ بِهِ شَدٌّ وَإِرخاءُ
All move between hardship and ease
And time makes them now yield, now resist
الحَمدُ لِلَّهِ كُلٌّ ذو مُكاذَبَةٍ
صارَ التَصادُقُ لا يُسقى بِهِ الماءُ
Thanks to God, all are hypocrites
Honesty no longer wets the tongue