وَقَعنا في الحَياةِ بِلا اِختِيارٍ
وَخالِقُنا يُعَجِّلُ بِالخَلاصِ
We fell into life without a choice,
and our Creator hastens us toward deliverance.
رَكِبنا فَوقَ أَكتادِ اللَيالي
فَواهاً ما أَخَبَّكِ مِن قِلاصِ
We mounted upon the withers of the nights—
ah, what fleet-trotting young she-camels you are!
وَنَبلُ الدَهرِ تَنفُذُ كُلَّ تُرسٍ
وَتَسلُكُ بَّينَ أَثناءِ الدِلاصِ
Time’s arrows pierce every shield
and pass through the folds of polished mail.
فَهَوِّن ما أُتيحَ مِنَ الرَزايا
وَما لاقَيتَ مِن لُصٍّ وَلاصِ
So make light of whatever afflictions befall you,
and whatever you meet from thief or marauder.
Sol 5.6