مَن يَعرِفِ الدُنيا يَهُن عِندَهُ

إِمراعُها الدَهرَ وَإِمحالُها

Whoever knows this world will be humbled

Its deception lasts long and its tribulations endless

لَذّاتُها تُعجِبُ أَملاكَها

لَو لَم تُغَيَّر بِهِمُ حالُها

Its pleasures entrance its kings

If it did not change their circumstances

دارٌ حَلَلناها عَلى رَغمِنا

وَإِنَّما يُنظَرُ تَرحالُها

It is a house we inhabited against our will

And we watch it only to move on

وَالخَودُ كَالنَخلَةِ مَجنِيَّةٌ

وَزَوجُها البائِسُ فُحّالُها

The cheeks are like a laden date palm

And her poor husband collects its fruit