هَبِ الدُنيا تُساقُ إِلَيكَ عَفواً

أَلَيسَ مَصيرُ ذاكَ إِلى الزَوالِ

The fleeting world comes to you unbidden

Grant that the world is driven to you effortlessly,

Will not its fate be to fade away?

Is not the destiny of that but to vanish?

وَما تَرجو لِشَيءٍ لَيسَ يَبقى

وَشيكاً ما تُغَيِّرهُ اللَيالي

Why hope for what will not endure

And what hope have you for a thing that does not last,

When soon the nights will alter it

So swiftly to be altered by the nights?