جَدَّ الزَمانُ وَأَنتَ تَلعَب

العُمرُ في لا شَيءَ يَذهَب

Time has grown grave while you play.

Life is passing away for nothing.

كَم قَد تَقولُ غَداً أَتو

بُ غَداً غَداً وَالمَوتُ أَقرَب

How often have you said, “Tomorrow I shall re—

pent”—tomorrow, tomorrow, while death draws nearer.