هُوَ الفَلَكُ الدَوّارُ أَجراهُ رَبُّهُ

عَلى ماتَرى مِن قَبلِ أَن تَجري الفُلكُ

He is the revolving sphere its Lord has set spinning

As you see before the spheres begin their spinning

لَهُ العِزُّ لَم يَشرُكهُ في المُلكِ غَيرُهُ

فَيا جَهلَ إِنسانٍ يَقولُ لِيَ المُلكُ

To Him belongs all might no one shares His kingdom

So ignorant is man to say "The kingdom is mine"

وَأَيّامُهُ مَنظومَةٌ في حَياتِهِ

وَلا نَظمَ يَبقى حينَ يَمتَلِئُ السُلكُ

And his days are threaded in the thread of his life

No thread remains when the wire has reached its end

خُلِقنا لِشَيءٍ غَيرِ بادٍ وَإِنَّما

نَعيشُ قَليلاً ثُمَّ يُدرِكُنا الهُلكُ

We're not made forever but to wane and perish

We live a little then death comes to finish

كَخَيلٍ صِيامٍ تَألَكُ الدَهرَ لُجمَها

بِغَيظٍ فَقَد أَدمى نَواجِذَها الأَلكُ

Like starving steeds that time wears out their bridles

In rage their teeth are worn by the fixed cheekpiece