لَذّاتُنا إِبلُ الزَمانِ يَنالُها

مِنّا أَخو الفَتكِ الَّذي هُوَ خارِبُ

Our pleasures are the camels of time taken

By the brother of destruction who is devastating

وَأَرى عَناءً قيدَ يَغشى المَرءَ مِن

بِنتِ العَناقيدِ الَّذي هُوَ شارِبُ

And I see toil that covers a man like a veil

From the daughter of grapes who is drinking

وَلِسَيِّدِ الأَقوامِ عِندَ حِجابِهِ

طَبعٌ يُقاتِلُهُ الحِجى وَيُحارِبُ

And for the master of people at his curtain

There is a nature fought by modesty and waging war

وَالشَرُّ في الجَدِّ القَديمِ غَريزَةٌ

في كُلِّ نَفسٍ مِنهُ عِرقٌ ضاربُ

And evil in ancient seriousness is an instinct

In every soul from it a beating vein