يا حَصانَ النِساءِ كَم فارِساً وُل

دُكِ مَه إِنَّما وَلَدتِ قُبورا

O steed of women, how many horsemen have fallen

At your hooves, you have only given birth to graves

مَن أَرادَ البَقاءَ وَهوَ حَبيبٌ

فَليُعِدَّن لِلحُزنِ قَلباً صَبورا

Whoever desires survival while still a lover

Must ready their heart to be patient

لَو دَرى بِالَّذي عَلِمتُ ثَبيرٌ

لَدَعا مِن أَذى الحَياةِ ثُبورا

If the wise Thabit had known what I knew

He would have called the harm of life disgraceful ruin

ما تَرى في الزَمانِ إِلّا قَتيلاً

أَو أَسيراً لِحَتفِهِ مَصبورا

You see nothing in time except a slain man

Or a captive bound for his waiting tomb

عَبَرَ الناسُ فَوقَ جِسرٍ أَمامي

وَتَخَلَّفتُ لا أُريدُ عُبورا

People crossed over a bridge ahead of me

And I remained, not wanting to pass over

أَشعَرَ اللَهُ خالِقُ الأُمَمِ الشِع

رى الغُمَيصاءَ ذِلَّةً وَالعَبورا

God, creator of nations, inspired the poets

Humiliation and crossing over with poetry

وَتُحِبُّ الأُمُّ الخَلوبَ وَداوو

دُ يَحِبُّ الدُنيا وَيَتلو الزَبورُ

The pious mother loves David

And David loves the world, reciting psalms

كُلُّنا يَشهَدُ الإِلهُ كَسيرٌ

يَتَرَجّى بِضُعفِ رَأيٍ جُبورا

We all bear witness, God leads everyone

Hoping with weak opinion to pass over

قَد خَبَرنا فَكَيفَ يُغتَرُّ بِالشَيءِ

الَّذي باتَ عِندَنا مَخبورا

We have experienced, so how can one be fooled

By what we have already known well