جَميعُ فَوائِدِ الدُنيا غُرورُ

وَلا يَبقى لِمَسرورٍ سُرورُ

All the pleasures of this world are fleeting

All the gains of this world are vanity,

No joy remains for one who takes delight

And joy does not remain for the joyful.

فَقُل لِلشامِتينَ بِنا أَفيقوا

فَإِنَّ نَوائِبَ الدُنيا تَدورُ

Say to those who gloat over our state: Awake!

So say to those who gloat at our misfortune: "Wake up,"

For the blows of fate continue to pour

For the calamities of the world take turns.