المَنايا تَجوسُ كُلَّ البِلادِ
وَالمَنايا تُفني جَميعَ العِبادِ
Death prowls all the lands
And death destroys all the slaves
لَتَنالَنَّ مِن قُرونٍ أَراها
مِثلَ ما نِلنَ مِن ثَمودٍ وَعادِ
It will take from generations I see
As it took from Thamud and Aad
هُنَّ أَفنَينَ مَن مَضى مِن نِزارٍ
هُنَّ أَفنَينَ مَن مَضى مِن إِيادِ
They destroyed those past of Nizar
They destroyed those past of Iyad
هَل تَذَكَّرتَ مَن خَلا مِن بَني سا
سانَ أَربابِ فارِسٍ وَالسَوادِ
Do you remember those who passed of Bani Assa
Masters of Persia and the plains
هَل تَذَكَّرتَ مَن مَضى مِن بَني الأَص
فَرِ أَهلِ القِبابِ كَالأَوطادِ
Do you remember those who passed of Bani Al-Asfar
The people of domes like pegs
أَينَ أَينَ النَبِيُّ صَلّى عَلَيهِ ال
لَهُ مِن مُهتَدٍ رَشيدٍ وَهادِ
Where, where is the Prophet, peace be upon him
Who has guided, righteous guides
أَينَ داوُودُ أَينَ أَينَ سُلَيما
نُ المَنيعُ الأَعراضِ وَالأَجنادِ
Where is David, where, where is Solomon
The formidable, honorable and armies
راكِبُ الريحِ قاهِرُ الجِنِّ وَالإِن
سِ بِسُلطانِهِ مُذِلُّ الأَعادي
Rider of the wind, subduer of jinn and mankind
With his power, humiliator of enemies
أَينَ نُمرودُ وَاِبنُهُ أَينَ قارو
نُ وَهامانُ ذو الأَوتادِ
Where is Nimrod and his son, where is Karun
And Haman of stakes
إِنَّ في ذِكرِنا لَهُم لِاِعتِباراً
وَدَليلاً عَلى سَبيلِ الرَشادِ
Verily in remembering them is a lesson
And evidence of the path of guidance
وَرَدوا كُلُّهُم حِياضَ المَنيا
ثُمَّ لَم يَصدِروا عَنِ الإيرادِ
They all entered the basin of death
Then did not leave the revenue
أَيُّها المُزمِعُ الرَحيلَ عَنِ الدُن
يا تَزَوَّد لِذاكَ مِن خَيرِ زادِ
O you who are leaving the world
Take provision of the best provision
لَتَنالَنَّكَ اللَيالي وَشيكاً
بِالمَنايا فَكُن عَلى اِستِعدادِ
The nights will take you soon
With death so be prepared
أَتَناسَيتَ أَم نَسيتَ المَنايا
أَنَسيتَ الفِراقَ لِلأَولادِ
Did you forget or forget death
Did you forget the separation of children
أَنَسيتَ القُبورَ إِذ أَنتَ فيها
بَينَ ذُلٍّ وَوَحشَةٍ وَاِنفِرادِ
Did you forget the graves while you are in them
Between humiliation, loneliness and solitude
أَيُّ يَومٍ يَومُ السِباقِ وَإِذ أَن
تَ تُنادى فَما تُجيبُ المُنادي
What day is the day of the race and you
Are called but do not answer the caller
أَيُّ يَومٍ يَومُ الفِراقِ وَإِذ نَف
سُكَ تَرقى عَنِ الحَشا وَالفُؤادِ
What day is the day we part and your
Soul ascends from the guts and heart
أَيُّ يَومٍ يَومُ الفِراقِ وَإِذ أَن
تَ مِنَ النَزعِ في أَشَدِّ الجِهادِ
What day is the day we part and you
Are in the throes of mighty struggle
أَيُّ يَومٍ يَومُ الصُراخِ وَإِذ يَل
طِمنَ حُرَّ الوُجوهِ وَالأَجيادِ
What day is the day of screaming and heated
Faces of the noble and brave scream
باكِياتٍ عَلَيكَ يَندُبنَ شَجواً
خافِقاتِ القُلوبِ وَالأَكبادِ
Crying over you, lamenting with yearning
Beating hearts and livers
يَتَجاوَبنَ بِالرَنينِ وَيَذرِف
نَ دُموعاً تَفيضُ فَيضَ المَزادِ
Responding with moaning and shedding
Tears pouring like a flood
أَيُّ يَومٍ نَسيتُ يَومَ التَلاقي
أَيُّ يَومٍ نَسيتُ يَومَ التَنادِ
What day did I forget the day of meeting
What day did I forget the day of calling
أَيُّ يَومٍ يَومُ الوُقوفِ إِلى اللَ
هِ وَيَومُ الحِسابِ وَالإِشهادِ
What day is the day of standing before God
And the day of Reckoning and testimony
أَيُّ يَومٍ يَومَ المَمَرِّ عَلى النا
رِ وَأَهوالَها العِظَمِ الشِدادِ
What day is the day of passing over Hell
And its great, mighty horrors
أَيُّ يَومٍ يَومُ الخَلاصِ مِنَ النا
رِ وَهَولِ العَذابِ وَالأَصفادِ
What day is the day of salvation from the Fire
And horror of punishment and shackles
كَم وَكَم في القُبورِ مِن أَهلِ مُلكٍ
كَم وَكَم في القُبورِ مِن قُوّادِ
How many in graves were people of kingship
How many in graves were commanders
كَم وَكَم في القُبورِ مِن أَهلِ دُنيا
كَم وَكَم في القُبورِ مِن زُهّادِ
How many in graves were people of world
How many in graves were ascetics
لَو بَذَلتُ النُصحَ الصَحيحَ لِنَفسي
لَم تَذُق مُقلَتايَ طَعمَ الرُقادِ
If I had given sincere advice to myself
My worries would not have tasted sleep
لَو بَذَلتُ النُصحَ الصَحيحَ لِنَفسي
هِمتُ أُخرى الزَمانِ في كُلِّ وادِ
If I had given sincere advice to myself
I would have busied the times in every valley
بُؤسَ لي بُؤسَ مَيِّتاً يَومَ أَبكى
بَينَ أَهلي وَحاضِرِ العُوّادِ
Wretched am I, wretched dead, the day I weep
Among my family and attending condolers
كَيفَ أَلهو وَكيفَ أَسلو وَأَنسى ال
مَوتَ وَالمَوتُ رائِحٌ بي وَغادِ
How can I be heedless and forget
Death and death is coming to take me
أَيُّها الواصِلي سَتَرفُضُ وَصلي
عَنكَ لَو قَد أُذِقتَ طَعمَ اِفتِقادي
O you who have arrived, your arrival would refuse me
If you had tasted the flavor of my longing
يا طَويلَ الرُقادِ لَو كُنتَ تَدري
كُنتَ مَيتَ الرُفادِ حَيَّ السُهادِ
O long sleeper, if only you knew
You would be dead of rhinestones, living praise
