إِنَّ الخُطوبَ غُدُوَّها وَرَواحَها

في الخَلقِ دائِبَةٍ تُجيلُ قِداحَها

The misfortunes, their coming and going

Are constant among people, serving their rounds

يا ساكِنَ الدُنيا لَقَد أوطِنتَها

وَلَتَبرَحَنَّ وَإِن كَرِهتَ بَراحَها

O dweller of this world, you have settled into it

And you will not leave, even if you detest its wideness

خُذ لِلمَنايا لا أَبالَكَ عُدَّةً

وَاِنظُر لِنَفسِكَ إِن أَرَدتَ صَلاحَها

Prepare for death, care not for numbers

And look out for yourself if you want its betterment

لا تَغتَرِر فَكَأَنَّني بِعُقابِ رَي

بِ الدَهرِ قَد نَشَرَت عَلَيكَ جَناحَها

Be not fooled, it's as if I see the punishment

Of time has spread its wing over you