الجُسمُ كَالصُفرِ يَكسوهُ الثَرى صَدأً

وَالخَيرُ كَالتِبرِ لا يَدنو لَهُ الدَنَسُ

The body is like zero, covered by earth, rust

And goodness is like gold, untainted by filth

لَو دامَ في الأَرضِ عُمرَ الدَهرِ مُختَزِناً

لَما تَغَيَّرَ عَمّا يَعهَدُ الأَنَسُ

If it stayed on earth for eternity, stored away

It would not change from what is familiar to mankind