أَتُذهَبُ دارٌ بِالنُضارِ وَرَبُّها

أَتُذهَبُ دارٌ بِالنُضارِ وَرَبُّها

يُخَلِّفُها عَمّا قَليلٍ وَيَذهَبُ

يُخَلِّفُها عَمّا قَليلٍ وَيَذهَبُ

Is a dwelling carried away with its gold, while its owner

Does a house in all its beauty disappear,

will leave it behind before long and depart?

While its lord still lives and draws breath?

أَرى قَبَساً في الجِسمِ يُطفِئُهُ الرَدى

أَرى قَبَساً في الجِسمِ يُطفِئُهُ الرَدى

وَما دُمتَ حَيّاً فَهوَ ذا يَتَلَهَّبُ

وَما دُمتَ حَيّاً فَهوَ ذا يَتَلَهَّبُ

I see a spark within the body that death extinguishes;

I see a flame in my body quenched by fate,

and as long as you remain alive, there it is, blazing.

Yet while you live, it will kindle anew.