الدَّهرُ مُستَعجِل يَخُبُّ
فاختِم وطينُ الكتابِ رَطبُ
Time is in haste, trotting along.
So seal it while the letter's clay is wet.
إن الذي أنتَ فيه حُلمٌ
وسوف تنساه إذ تَهُبُّ
Indeed, what you are living through is a dream,
And you will forget it when you awaken.
تَوَقَّ مكرَ الزَّمانِ واحذَر
ولا تثق فالزَّمانُ خِبُّ
Guard against time's guile, and beware.
And do not trust it, for time is a deceiver.
جميعُ أحوالِه غُرُورٌ
وَجلُّ ما نحن فيهِ لعبُ
All its states are delusion,
And most of what we are immersed in is play.
وَلَيسَ يبقى عليه شيء
يكرهُهُ الَمرءُ أو يُحبُّ
And nothing endures through it,
That a person hates or loves.
Sol 6.1