وأَرَى ذا العَيشِ لا تُحرِزُهُ
لَمعَةٌ تَعمُرُ أو غَيبُ وَطَن
And I see that one who enjoys life is not kept safe
by a flourishing pasture or a homeland's hidden recesses.
هَل لَهُ إن لَم يَمُت في قَعَصٍ
مِن غِنَاهُ غَيرُ قَبرٍ وكَفَن
Does he, if he does not die suddenly,
have anything of his wealth but a grave and a shroud?
بَينمَا يَغبِطُهُ أَشياعُهُ
قَلَبَ الدَّهرُ لَهُ ظَهرَ المِجَن
While his followers envied him,
Time turned the back of its shield toward him.
Sol 6.1