أَمَرَّت هَذِهِ الدُنيا وَمَرَّت

وَإِمراراً أُؤَنِّبُ لا مُرورا

This world has passed by and gone

Yet passing I still mourn, not moving on

وَأَغرانا بِها طَبعٌ لَئيمٌ

وَأَعطَت مِن حَبائِلِها غُرورا

A wicked nature makes us keen

On its deceptions, binding unseen

قَرَتكَ مِنَ القِرى وَقَرَت بِهُلكٍ

وَأَقرَت عِبأَها وَقَرَت شُرورا

It settled you in settlements and towns

And settled its heft, and settled harms

أَيَلبَثُ لي فَأَذكُرَهُ زَمانٌ

فَإِنّي خِلتُهُ نَسِيَ السُرورا

Will time remain for me to reminisce?

For I have left it, forgetting joyfulness