يا رَبِّ عيشَةُ ذي الضَلالِ خَسارُ

أَطلِق أَسيرَكَ فَالحَياةُ إِسارُ

O Lord, the life of the misguided is loss

Release your prisoner, for life is captivity

وَكَأَنَّ عُمرَ المَرءِ شُقَّةُ ظاعِنٍ

تُسرى بِأَنفاسٍ لَهُ وَتُسارُ

As if the life of a person is the sail of a ship

That sails on breaths, easy and difficult

وَكَأَنَّما الدُنِّيا كَعابٌ أَيُّنا

رَجّى لَها صِلَةً فَذاكَ يَسارُ

As if the world is but waves, whoever

Hopes in it, that is an easy sail

سَتَعودُ أَشباهٌ لِعادٍ مَرَّةً

وَتَهُبُّ مِن رَقداتِها الأَيسارُ

Similar times to the past will return

And good fortunes will wake from their slumber

وَإِذا الفَتى لَحَظَ الزَمانَ بِعَينِهِ

هانَ الشَقاءُ عَلَيهِ وَالإِعسارُ

And when a young man sees time with his eyes

Hardship becomes easy, and poverty disappears