جَيبُ الزَمانِ عَلى الآفاتِ مَزرورُ

ما فيهِ إِلّا شَقِيُّ الجَدِّ مَضرورُ

The pocket of time is adorned with calamities,

It contains none but the wretched and doomed.

أَرى شَواهِدَ جَبرٍ لا أُحَقِّقُهُ

كَأَنَّ كَلّاً إِلى ما ساءَ مَجرورُ

I see evidences of predestination I cannot verify,

As if all things are dragged to what they detest.

هَوِّن عَلَيكَ فَما الدُنيا بِدائِمَةٍ

وَإِنَّما أَنتَ مِثلُ الناسِ مَغرورُ

Be easy, for this life is not eternal,

You are just like people, deluded.

وَلَو تَصَوَّرَ أَهلُ الدَهرِ صورَتَهُ

لَم يُمسِ مِنهُم لَبيبٌ وَهوَ مَسرورُ

If the people of this world pictured it truly,

No sane person would touch it, even pleasured.

لَقَد حَجَجتَ فَأَعطَتكَ السُرى عَنتاً

فَهَل عَلِمتَ بِأَنَّ الحَجَّ مَبرورُ

You made pilgrimage, but the journey gave you fatigue.

Did you know the accepted pilgrimage is the spared?

وَالخَيرُ وَالشَرُّ مَمزوجانِ ما اِفتَرَقا

فَكُلُّ شُهدٍ عَلَيهِ الصابُ مَذرورُ

Good and evil are intermixed, never separated,

And every pleasure, the sober is pained.

وَعالَمٌ فيهِ أَضدادٌ مُقابِلَةً

غِنىً وَفَقرٌ وَمَكروبٌ وَمَقرورُ

It is a world of contrary opposites,

Wealth and poverty, sorrow and bliss abound.