يا نَفسُ قد حُقَّ الحَذَر

أينَ المفَرُّ مِن القَدر

O soul, caution is now a must

Where can one flee from fate?

كُلُّ امرئٍ مما يخا

فُ ويَرتجيه على خَطر

All men get what they fear

And hope for at their peril

مَن يرتَشِف صَفوَ الزَّما

نِ يَغَصَّ يوماً بالكَدَر

He who drinks from time's cup

Will someday choke with grief