ما لِجَديدِ المَوتِ يا بِشرُ لَذَّةٌ

وَكُلُّ جَديدٍ تُستَلَذُّ طَرائِفُه

What pleasure is there in death's novelty, O mortal

Every novelty, its aspects bring delight

فَلا ضَيرَ إِنَّ اللَهَ يا بِشرُ ساقَني

إِلى بَلَدٍ جاوَرتُ فيهِ خَلائِفُه

So no harm, God has led me, O mortal

To a land, where I dwelled with its successors

فَلَستُ وَإِن عَيشٌ تَوَلّى بِجازِعٍ

وَلا أَنا مِمّا حَمَّمَ المَوتُ خائِفُه

So I'm not one whom death has made fearful

Even if life turns away in earnest