عُمْرُ المُعمَّرِ والصَّغِير سَوَاءُ

والمَوْتُ دَاءٌ ليسَ مِنهُ دَوَاءُ

The life span of the aged and the young are equal

And death is an ailment with no cure

وإذا الرّدَى جَذَبَ الزِّحَامَ وسَيْرُنا

مُتَواصِلٌ فَمُنا خُنا البَيْداءُ

And when fate pulls the crowds and our walk

Continuous, so some of us pitch tents in the desert

جَادَتْ بَهاءَ الدَّينِ صَنْدَلَ دِيمَةٌ

وَطْفاءُ تَقْفُو إثْرَها وَطْفاءُ

The brilliance of the faith brought a bucket of water

Extinguishing follows it and extinguishing

ذا صَنْدَلٌ فَوقَ الرؤوسِ مَكانُهُ

لِمْ لا وفيهِ لِلرؤوسِ شِفاءُ

A bucket above the heads is its place

Why not and in it for the heads is healing