أَصبَحَ هَذا الناسُ قالاً وَقيل

فَالمُستَعانُ اللَهُ صَبرٌ جَميل

This people have become mostly tales and gossip

So God is the one whose help is sought, patience is good

ما أَثقَلَ الحَقَّ عَلى مَن نَرى

لَم يَزَلِ الحَقُّ كَريهاً ثَقيل

How heavy is the truth on those we see

The truth has never stopped being burdensome and difficult

أَيا بَني الدُنيا وَيا جيرَةَ ال

مَوتى إِلى كَم تُغفِلونَ السَبيل

Oh people of this world, oh neighbors of the dead

To what extent are you neglecting the path

إِنّا عَلى ذاكَ لَفي غَفلَةٍ

وَالمَوتُ يُفني الخَلقَ جيلاً فَجيل

We are indeed neglectful of that

And death makes generations pass away, one after another

إِنّي لَمَغرورٌ وَإِنَّ البِلى

يُسرِعُ في جِسمي قَليلاً قَليل

I am truly deluded, and decay

Progresses quickly through my body, little by little

تَزَوَّدَن لِلمَوتِ زاداً فَقَد

نادى مُناديهِ الرَحيلَ الرَحيل

Take provisions for death if you are called

Its caller has called: “Set out! Set out!”

أَغتَرُّ بِالدَهرِ عَلى أَنَّ لي

في كُلِّ يَومٍ مِنهُ خَطبٌ جَليل

I am deceived by fate, thinking that

Each of its days has mighty affairs for me

كَم مِن عَظيمِ الشَأنِ في نَفسِهِ

أَصبَحَ مُعتَزّاً وَأَمسى ذَليل

How many great in status in their own eyes

Have woken esteemed but went to sleep disgraced

يا خاطِبَ الدُنيا إِلى نَفسِها

إِنَّ لَها في كُلِّ يَومٍ عَويل

Oh you who addresses this world, to itself

It surely cries out loudly each day

ما أَقتَلَ الدُنيا لِأَزواجِها

تَعُدُّهُم عَدّاً قَتيلاً قَتيل

How lethal is this world to its couples

Counting them: a slain one, a slain one

اُسلُ عَنِ الدُنيا وَعَن ظِلِّها

فَإِنَّ في الجَنَّةِ ظِلّاً ظَليل

Ask about this world and its shade

For indeed in Heaven there is ample shade

وَإِنَّ في الجَنَّةِ لِلرَوحَ وَالر

رَيحانَ وَالراحَةَ وَالسَلسَبيل

And indeed in Heaven there is for the soul and the spirit

Gardens, comfort, and Salsabil

مَن دَخَلَ الجَنَّةَ نالَ الرِضى

مِمّا تَمَنّى وَاِستَطابَ المَقيل

Whoever enters Heaven attains satisfaction

From what he wishes and stays in beautiful repose