إِصبِر فَمِن حَيثُ أُهينَ الحَصى

يُكرَمُ في أَدراجِهِ الدُرُّ

Patience, for from the place where pebbles are disgraced

Pearls are honored in their settings

نَحنُ عَبيدُ اللَهِ في أَرضِهِ

وَأَعوَزَ المُستَعبَدَ الحُرُّ

We are Allah's servants in His land

Yet the free are more needy than the enslaved

بِفَضلِ مَولانا وَإِحسانِهِ

يُماطُ عَنّا البُؤسُ وَالضُرُّ

By the grace of our Master and His kindness

Distress and harm are wiped from us

أَما يَرى الإِنسانُ في نَفسِهِ

آياتِ رَبٍّ كُلُّها غُرُّ

Does not man see in himself

Signs of a Lord, all wonders

في فَمِهِ عَذبٌ وَفي عَينِهِ

مِلحٌ وَفي مَسمَعِهِ مُرُّ

In his mouth, sweet, and in his eye

Salt, and in his hearing, bitter

يَكُرُّ مَوتانا إِلى الحَشرِ إِن

قالَ لَهُم بارِئِهِم كُرّوا

Our death repulses us to the Resurrection if

Their Creator says to them "Return"

يَخلُفُ مِنّا آخِرٌ أَوَّلاً

كَأَنَّنا السُنبُلُ وَالبُرُّ

One after another we pass

As if we are wheat and graves

وَالمُدُّ يَكفيكَ وَلَكِنَّ في

طَبعِكَ أَن يُدَّخَرَ الكُرَّ

And time is enough for you, but in

Your nature is to hoard worries

بَنَوكِ يا دُنيا عَلى غِرَّةٍ

لَو لَم يُغَرّوا بِكِ ما سُرّوا

Your children, O world, on a whim

If they were not fooled by you, they would not be joyous

وَهيَ المَقاديرُ فَذا حَتفُهُ

قَيظٌ وَذا ميتَتُهُ قُرُّ

Such are the decrees - so for him is

Scorching heat, and for him is chill