الناسُ بِالأَقدارِ نالوا كُلَّ ما

رُزِقوا وَلَم يُعطَوا عَلى الأَقدارِ

People attained all they were destined

Not given beyond their destinies

وَالسِرُّ يُظهِرُهُ الفُؤادُ وَدونَهُ

سِترانِ مِن صَدرٍ لَهُ وَصِدارِ

The heart reveals secrets, yet underneath

Are two covers, its chest and interior

وَالنَخلُ يُجنى حينَ يُرطِّبُ زَهوَه

وَالبَدرُ يُكسَفُ لَيلَةَ الإِبدارِ

Palm trees fruit when their blooms grow moist

The moon eclipses on the night it wanes

كاسٍ لَهُ حُلَلٌ وَعارٍ مَن لَهُ

لَو باتَ يَستُرُ شَخصَهُ بِجِدارِ

A fault of his whose garb scantly hides him

Though he spends the night behind a wall

لا يَيأَسَنَّ مِنَ الثَوابِ مُراقِبٌ

لِلَّهِ في الإيرادِ وَالإِصدارِ

Let no worshipper despair reward

From God, in earning and dispensing

فَتَرى بَدائِعَ أَنبَأَت مُتَحَسِّساً

أَنَّ الجَزاءَ بِغَيرِ هَذي الدارِ

You see wonders when you feel closely

Requital is not in this present world