ألم تَر المَرءَ طولَ حَياتِهِ

مُعَنّىً بأَمرٍ لا يَزالُ يعالِجُهْ

Doesn't man spend his lifetime

Concerned with something he cannot resolve

يدورُ كَدودِ القَزِّ ينسجُ دائماً

ويهلِكُ غَمّاً وسْطَ ما هُوَ ناسِجُهْ

He spins like silkworms endlessly

And perishes in grief amidst his own spinning