أَبا القَدَرِ المُتاحِ رَدينُ جِنٌّ

تَسمَعُ غَيرَ هائِبَةِ الرُجومِ

O Time's grantor, a demon answers my call

It hears the din of spears beyond the fray

وَتَعلَمُ أَنَّ ما لَم يُنضَ صَعبٌ

فَما تَخشى المَنِيَّةَ في الهُجومِ

And knows that which is unyielding is hard

So it fears not death amid the affray

بِإِذنِ اللَهِ يَنفُذُ كُلُّ أَمرٍ

فَنَهنِه فَيضَ أَدمُعِكَ السُجومِ

By God's will each matter comes to pass

So gently weep and let tears stream away

يَجوزُ بِحُكمِهِ مَوتُ الثُرِّيا

وَأَن تَبقى السَماءُ بِلا نُجومِ

By His decree die the wealthy and thrive

And skies are emptied of every star's ray

وَكَم وَجَم الفَتى مِن بَعدِ ضِحكٍ

وَأُضحِكَ بَعدَ إِفراطِ الوُجومِ

After laughter, how often does sorrow come

And after gloom's excess, joy finds its way