تَقواكَ زادٌ فَاِعتَقِد أَنَّهُ

أَفضَلُ ما أَودَعتَهُ في السَقاء

Your piety is provision, so believe

It is the best of what you carry in your flask

آهٍ غَداً مِن عَرَقٍ نازِلٍ

وَمُهجَةٍ مولَعَةٍ بِاِرتِقاء

Alas, tomorrow, from flowing sweat

And a raging, climbing fever

ثَوبِيَ مُحتاجٌ إِلى غاسِلٍ

وَلَيتَ قَلبي مِثلَهُ في النَقاء

My clothes need a washer

If only my heart was as pure as them

مَوتٌ يَسيرٌ مَعهُ رَحمَةٌ

خَيرٌ مِنَ اليُسرِ وَطولِ البَقاءِ

A gentle death, with it there is mercy

Better than affluence and longevity

وَقَد بَلَونا العَيشَ أَطوارَهُ

فَما وَجَدنا فيهِ غَيرَ الشَقاء

We have experienced life in its phases

And found in it nothing but misery

تَقَدَّمَ الناسُ فَيا شَوقَنا

إِلى اِتِّباعِ الأَهلِ وَالأَصدِقاء

The people have gone ahead, so our longing

Is to follow the family and friends

ما أَطيَبَ المَوتَ لِشُرّابِهِ

إِن صَحَّ لِلأَمواتِ وَشكُ اِلتِقاء

How good is death for its drinker

If the hope of meeting the dead is true