كَأَنَّما الأَرضُ شاعَ فيها

مِن طيبِ أَزهارِها بَخورُ

The earth is as though into it

Was diffused sweet scent from its flowers' incense.

أَثنَت عَلى رَبِّها السَواري

وَالنَبتُ وَالماءُ وَالصُخورُ

The trees, the herbage, and water and rocks

Hymned their Lord in accord and shared the chorus.

وَنَحنُ فَوقَ التُرابِ ثِقلٌ

يَكادُ مِن تَحتِنا يَخورُ

While we on the soil a burden are,

And all but sink 'neath us the land.

لا تَفتَخِر إِنَّ كُلَّ فَخرٍ

لِلَّهِ وَاِستَعجَمَ الفَخورُ

Do not boast; all boasting

To God belongs: vainglory made the boaster hang his head in shame.

أَلا تَرى أَنَّ أُمَّ دَفرٍ

كَأَنَّها آلُها السَخورُ

See you not that the Mother of Ruin

Is like her gods were subdued?