نَسيتُ مَنِيَّتي وَخَدَعتُ نَفسي

وَطالَ عَلَيَّ تَعميري وَغَرسي

I forgot my mortality and fooled myself,

And my reconstruction and planting went on too long.

وَكُلُّ ثَمينَةٍ أَصبَحتُ أُغلي

بِها سَتُباعُ مِن بَعدي بِوَكسِ

And everything precious I had has become too expensive,

It will be sold cheap after I pass away.

وَما أَدري وَإِن أَمَّلتُ عُمراً

لَعَلّي حينَ أُصبِحُ لَستُ أُمسي

And I don't know, even if I hope for a long life,

Maybe when I wake I won't make it to evening.

وَساعَةُ ميتَتي لا بُدَّ مِنها

تُعَجِّلُ نُقلَتي وَتُحِلُّ حَبسي

And the hour of my death is inevitable,

It will hasten my transfer and free me from captivity.

أَموتُ وَيَكرَهُ الأَحبابُ قُربي

وَتَحضُرُ وَحشَتي وَيغيبُ أُنسي

I die and friends dislike my company,

And my loneliness appears and companionship disappears.

أَلا يا ساكِنَ البَيتِ المُوَشّى

سَتُسكِنُكَ المَنِيَّةُ بَطنَ رَمسِ

Oh dweller of the well-decorated house,

Mortality will make you inhabit the stomach of a burial ground.

رَأَيتُكَ تَذكُرُ الدُنيا كَثيراً

وَكَثرَةُ ذِكرِها لِلقَلبِ تُقسي

I saw you remembering the life of this world a lot,

And frequent remembrance of it hardens the heart.

كَأَنَّكَ لا تَرى بِالخَلقِ نَقصاً

وَأَنتَ تَراهُ كُلَّ شُروقِ شَمسِ

It's as if you don't see any deficiency in people,

Yet you see it every sunrise.

وَطالِبِ حاجَةٍ أَعيا وَأَكدى

وَمُدرِكِ حاجَةٍ في لينِ مَسِّ

And the seeker of purpose struggled and endured,

And the fulfiller of purpose lived in luxury.

أَلا وَلَقَلَّ ما تَلقى شَجِيّاً

يَضيعُ صَجاهُ إِلّا بِالتَأَسّي

Beware that you will rarely find a friend

Whose friendship won't disappear except with empathy.