لَحاكِ اللَهُ يا دُنيا خَلوباً
فَأَنتِ الغادَةُ البِكرُ العَجوزُ
May God rebuke you, O deceitful world.
For you are a graceful maiden, a virgin grown old.
وَجَدناكِ الطَريقَ إِلى المَنايا
وَقَد طالَ المَدى فَمَتى نَجوزُ
We have found you to be the road to death.
The journey has stretched long; when shall we pass beyond?
سَئِمنا مِن أَذاكِ فَنَجَّزينا
فَإِنَّ مُروءَةَ الوَعدِ النُجوزِ
We are weary of your harm, so fulfill your promise to us.
For the honor of a promise lies in its fulfillment.
Sol 6