اللَهُ لا رَيبَ فيهِ وَهوَ مُحتَجِبٌ
بادٍ وَكُلٌّ إِلى طَبعٍ لَهُ جَذَبا
God—there is no doubt of Him—remains veiled,
Yet manifest; and each is drawn toward its own nature.
أَهلُ الحَياةِ كَإِخوانِ المَماتِ فَأَه
وِن بِالكُماةِ أَطالوا السُمرَ وَالعَذَبا
The living are like their brothers in death, so think little
Of warriors, though they lengthen their spears and sword tassels.
لايَعلَمُ الشَريُ ما أَلقى مَرارَتَهُ
إِلَيهِ وَالأَريُ لَم يَشعُر وَقَد عَذُبا
The bitter colocynth does not know what cast its bitterness
Into it; nor does honey know that it has become sweet.
سَأَلتُموني فَأَعيَتني إِجابَتُكُم
مَن اِدَّعى أَنَّهُ دارٍ فَقَد كَذِبا
You asked me, and answering you proved beyond me;
Whoever claims to know has lied.
Sol 6