دُنيايَ فيكَ هَوى نَفسي وَمهلِكُها

وَالماءُ يودي بِنَفسِ الوارِدِ الصادي

My world, in you lies the passion of my soul and its demise

And water leads to the death of the intent drinker

وَما قَصَدتُكِ مُختاراً فَتَعذُلَني

فيكِ العَواذِلُ إِن حاوَلتِ إِقصادي

I did not choose you, so do not blame me

In you are temptations, if I try to avoid them

وَالمَرءُ يَطلُبُ أَمراً ما يُبَيِّنُهُ

كَالحَرفِ يُلفَظُ بَينَ الزاي وَالصادِ

A man seeks something unclear

Like a letter uttered between a 'z' and an 's'

مَوتانِ هَذا بِوَرسٍ عُلَّ مَيِّتُهُ

وَآخَرَ زادَ عَن وَرسٍ بِفِرصادِ

One death is from a firm rope which killed its dead

Another exceeded a rope’s allotted time through destiny’s deception