يا ظالِماً عَقَدَ اليَدَينِ مُصَلِيّاً

مِن دونِ ظُلمِكَ يُعقَدُ الزُنّارُ

O oppressor, folding your hands in prayer

Without ending your oppression, the belt is clasped

أَتَظُنُّ أَنَّكَ لِلمَحاسِنِ كاسِبٌ

وَخَبِيُّ أَمرِكَ شِرَّةٌ وَشَنارُ

Do you think you are gaining good deeds

While your secret affair is evil and wretched

وَمَعَ الفَتى مِن نَفسِهِ نُمَيَّةٌ

ما زالَ يَحلِفُ أَنَّها دينارُ

And the soul of the young man has an ambition

He still swears it is a gold coin

لَيلٌ بَلا نورٍ أَجَنَّ بِمَهمَةٍ

حَبَسَ الأَدِلَّةَ لَيسَ فيهِ مَنارُ

A night without light, overwhelmed with worries

It has concealed the evidence, in it there is no lighthouse

وَهِيَ الحَياةُ فَعِفَّةٌ أَو فِتنَةٌ

ثُمَّ المَماتُ فَجَنَّةٌ أَو نارُ

And this life is either chastity or temptation

Then death, either Paradise or Fire