الناسُ لِلأَرضِ أَتباعٌ إِذا بَخِلَت

ضَنّوا وَإِن هِيَ جادَت مَرَّةً جادوا

People are followers of the earth, stingy when it withholds

Yet generous when for once it is bountiful

تَماجَدَ القَومُ وَالأَلبابُ مُخبِرَةٌ

أَن لَيسَ في هَذِهِ الأَجيالِ أَمجادُ

The people and hearts boast, reporting

That there is no glory in these generations

وَالمُلكُ لِلَّهِ وَالدُنِّيا بِها غِيَرٌ

خَيرٌ وَشَرٌّ وَإِعدامٌ وَإِنجادُ

And kingship belongs to God, and through it the world is fickle

Good and evil, life and death

وَالناسُ شُتّى وَلَم يَجمَعُهُمُ غَرَضٌ

شَدٌّ وَحَلٌّ وَإِتِهامٌ وَإِنجادُ

And people are diverse, with no shared goal

Vehemence, peace, blame and life

يا لَيلُ ضِدّانِ قَومٌ في الدُجى سُهُرٌ

تَهَجَّدوكَ وَقَومٌ فيكَ هُجّادُ

O night of opposites, some stay up late concealed in the darkness

And some sleep through you

أَنجُد أَخاكَ عَلى خَيرٍ يَهُمُّ بِهِ

فَالمُؤمِنونَ لَدى الخَيراتِ أَنجادُ

Help your brother with any good he intends

For the faithful are always ready for good works