إِنَّما الدُنيا فَناءٌ

لَيسَ لِلدُّنيا ثُبوتُ

This fleeting world is but illusion

Truly, this world is perishing,

For this world there's no permanence

There is no stability for this earthly life.

إِنَّما الدُنيا كَبَيتٍ

نَسَجَتهُ العَنكَبوتُ

This world is but a spider's web

The world is merely like a dwelling

Spun with silken eloquence

That the spider has woven.

وَلَقَد يَكفيكَ مِنها

أَيُّها الطالِبُ قوتُ

Of this world let sustenance suffice

And indeed, all that suffices you from it,

Seeker of wisdom, excellence

O seeker, is simple sustenance.

وَلَعَمري عَن قَليلٍ

كُلُّ مَن فيها يَموتُ

For soon all in this world shall die

And by my life, before long,

Such is the nature of life's effervescence

Everyone within it shall die.