لَو كُنتُ أَعجَبُ مِن شَيءٍ لَأَعجَبَني
سَعيُ الفَتى وَهُوَ مَخبوءٌ لَهُ القَدَرُ
Were I to marvel at anything, I would be amazed by
a young man’s striving, while fate lies hidden in store for him.
يَسعى الفَتى لأُِمورٍ لَيسَ مُدرِكَها
وَالنَفسُ واحِدَةٌ وَالهَمُّ مُنتَشِرُ
A young man strives after things that he will not attain,
though he has but one soul, while his cares spread far and wide.
وَالمَرءُ ما عاشَ مَمدودٌ لَهُ أمَلٌ
لا تَنتَهي العَينُ حَتّى يَنتَهي الأَثَرُ
As long as a man lives, hope stretches out before him;
the eye does not cease to look until life’s trail comes to an end.
Sol 5.6