أَرى الدَهرَ لا يُبقي كَريماً لِأَهلِهِ

وَلا تُحرِزُ اللُؤمانَ مِنهُ المَهارِبُ

I see time does not leave one noble for his own

Nor can the gifted escape its sudden turns

أَرى كُلَّ حَيٍّ مَيِّتاً فَمُوَدِّعاً

وَإِن عاشَ دَهراً لَم تَنُبهُ النَوائِبُ

I see all the living as if dead, bidding farewell

Though one lives an age, misfortunes stay asleep