رَأَيتُكَ في لُجٍّ مِنَ البَحرِ سابِحاً

تَلومُ بَني الدُنيا وَأَنتَ مَليمُ

I saw you swimming in a bay of the sea

Blaming the people of this world while you are blameworthy

يَقُلُ الحِجى هَل لي إِذ مُتُّ راحَةٌ

فَإِنَّ عَذابي في الحَياةِ أَليمُ

Does the pilgrim say: “Will I have comfort when I die?”

Since my torment in life is painful

وَأَجسامُنا مِثلُ الدِيارِ لِأَنفُسٍ

جَوائِرَ مِنها جاهِلٌ وَحَليمُ

Our bodies are like homes for selves

Among them is an ignorant one and a forbearing one

فَإِمّا اِنهِدامٌ قَبلَ رِحلَةِ ظاعِنٍ

وَإِمّا رَحيلٌ وَالمَحَلُّ سَليمُ

Either there is collapse before the journey of one departing

Or there is departure while the home remains unharmed