1. يا سابِحاً يَصهَلُ في غِرَّةٍ

    أَينَ وَجيهُ الخَيلِ وَالذائِدُ

    O swimmer who dives boldly into the deep

    Where is the brave horseman and warrior?

  2. آدى لَهُ في الدَهرِ ما يَبتَغي

    ثُمَّ أَتاهُ قَدَرٌ آثِدُ

    Fate gave him in life what he sought

    Then came upon him a firm decree

  3. هَل يَأمَنَ الحوتُ مِنَ الشُهُبِ أَن

    يَأخُذَهُ في الكِفَّةِ الصائِدُ

    Can the whale feel safe from the spears

    That the hunter will seize him in his net?

  4. أَو حِمَلٌ نُزِّهَ في الجَوِّ أَن

    يَغتالَهُ بِالمَديَّةِ الكائِدُ

    Or the camel feel secure in the sky

    That the lurking foe won't make him his prey?

  5. إِن كانَ لِلمَرّيخِ عَقلٌ فَما

    يَستُرُ عَنهُ أَنَّهُ بائِدُ

    If Mars had any wit he would know

    That in the end he is bound to fade

  6. يوصي الفَتى بِالأَمرِ مِن بَعدِهِ

    كَأَنَّهُ مِن بَينِهِ عائِدُ

    The youth takes the advice of elders

    As though it came from one of his own

  7. يَكذِبُني الرائِدُ في زَعمِهِ

    وَمُهلَكٌ إِن كَذَبَ الرائِدُ

    The guide deceives me by his claim

    And ruin comes if the guide's untrue

  8. وَالخَيرُ لا يُكَفَّرُ فَلِيُحسِنِ المُس

    لِمُ وَالصابِئُ وَالهائِدُ

    Goodness is never lost so let the Muslim

    The Sabian and the lapsed do what is right

  9. فَوائِدُ الأَيّامِ مَحبوبَةٌ

    وَفاقِدٌ لَذَّتَها الفائِدُ

    The gifts of days are joys to be cherished

    He who lacks them is deprived of delight

  10. فَزَجِّ دُنياكَ فَما يَخلِدُ ال

    ناقِصُ في العَيشِ وَلا الزائِدُ

    Cast off your worldly goods for nothing lasts

    Neither faulty possessions nor surplus store

  11. وَإِنَّ مِنهاجَ الرَدى يَستَوي

    فيهِ مَسوَدُ القَومِ وَالسائِدُ

    On the path of destruction no distinction

    Between the mighty and the common folk

  12. وَإِنَّما يَلقى شُجاعُ الوَغى

    كَما يُلاقي النافِرُ الحائِدُ

    Only the courageous dare the chaos of war

    As the warrior faces the coward's retreat

  13. تُقصَفُ بِالقُدرَةِ رَضوى كَما

    يُقصَفُ هَذا الغُصنُ المائِدُ

    Desires are pruned by destiny's shears

    As this branch I lop off is pruned of excess

  14. وَلَو دَرى الموؤودُ ما عِندَنا

    مِن نَبَإٍ ما عُتِبَ الوائِدُ

    If the deceased but knew what news we hold

    No reproached would be aimed at the dead

  15. قَد شُيِّدَ القَصرُ لِسُكّانِهِ

    وَغَيرُ مَن يَسكُنُهُ الشائِدُ

    The mansion is built for those who dwell there

    Not for one who comes to tear it down