غُضَّ الجُفونَ إِذا جَلَس

تَ عَلى الصَعيدِ وَلا تَأَمَّل

Shut your eyes when sitting

On the ground, do not contemplate

وَالبَيتُ أَولى بِالكَري

مِ مِنَ الطَريقِ وَإِن تَجَمَّل

Home is more deserving of honor

Than the road, even if adorned

وَالذِكرُ يَترُكُهُ الفَتى

لِلقاطِنينَ إِذا تَحَمَّل

Memories are left by the youth

For the settled, when he shoulders a burden

وَالمَرءُ تُعجِبُهُ الحَيا

ةُ وَعَيشُهُ سُمٌّ يُثمَل

And man is pleased by life

And living it is deadly poison

مَن ذا الَّذي سَمَحَ الزَما

نُ لَهُ بِإِدراكِ المُؤَمَّل

Who is it that time allowed

To attain what is hoped for

فيهِ تَوافى المُرمِلو

نَ وَقَلَّ أَصحابُ المُرَمَّل

In it the sleepless meet

And few are the owners of blankets

حِيَلٌ تُمَنُّ عَلى الأَنا

مِ فَأَدمُعُ العُقَلاءِ هُمَّل

Ruses that grant wishes to the sleepless

So the tears of the wise flow

كَم غَرَّ صاحِبَةَ الجَما

لِ مُنَجَّمٌ بِحِسابِ جُمَّل

How often an astrologer with phony calculations

Deceives the owner of beauty