كُلُّ اِمرُؤٍ يُضحي مَرِيّا

وَالدَهرُ لا يُبقي سَريّا

Every man makes sacrifices

And time spares no secrets

فَتَرَوَّ مِن هَذي الحَيا

ةِ لِكَي تَموتَ النَفسُ رَيّا

So enjoy this life

That your soul may die moistened

ما لِلثُرَيّا قيمَةٌ

عِندَ الَّذي خَلَقَ الثُرَيّا

Wealth has no value

To Him who created wealth

صارَ الأَميرُ أَبا مَريّ

ثُمَّ أَورَثَها مُرَيّا

The prince became heir

Then he inherited ruins

وَالحَيُّ لِلنَكباتِ يَس

تَقري وَيَرجِعُ لِلقَرِيّا

The living settle for calamities

And return to ruins

ما عَريتُ مِمّا يَخا

فُ عَمايَتانِ وَلا عُرِيّا

I have never been bare of that which would

Disfigure my blindness or my nakedness