Sol 6.1

  1. أَفنى شَبابَكَ كَرُّ الطَرفِ وَالنَفسِ

    فَالمَوتُ مُقتَرِبٌ وَالدَهرُ ذو خُلَسِ

    Blink after blink and breath after breath have consumed your youth;

    For death draws near, and time is full of stealthy thefts.

  2. لا تَأمَنِ المَوتَ في طَرفٍ وَلا نَفَسٍ

    وَإِن تَمَنَّعتَ بِالحُجّابِ وَالحَرَسِ

    Do not feel safe from death for a blink or a breath,

    Even if you shelter behind doorkeepers and guards.

  3. فَما تَزالُ سِهامُ المَوتِ نافِذَةً

    في جَنبِ مُدَّرِعٍ مِنها وَمُتَّرِسِ

    For death's arrows never cease to pierce

    The flank of one armored against them and one bearing a shield.

  4. أَراكَ لَستَ بِوَقّافٍ وَلا حَذِرٍ

    كَالحاطِبِ الخابِطِ الأَعوادَ في الغَلَسِ

    I see you neither pause nor take heed,

    Like a wood-gatherer blindly striking branches in the predawn gloom.

  5. تَرجو النَجاةَ وَلَم تَسلُك مَسالِكَها

    إِنَّ السَفينَةَ لا تَجري عَلى اليَبَسِ

    You hope for salvation, yet have not followed its paths;

    Indeed, a ship does not sail on dry land.

  6. أَنّى لَكَ الصَحوُ مِن سُكرٍ وَأَنتَ مَتى

    تَصِحُّ مِن سَكرَةٍ تَغشاكَ في نَكَسِ

    How can you sober up from drunkenness, when every time

    You recover from a drunken spell, it overtakes you in a relapse?

  7. ما بالُ دينِكَ تَرضى أَن تُدَنِّسَهُ

    وَثَوبُكَ الدَهرَ مَغسولٌ مِنَ الدَنَسِ

    Why are you content to defile your faith,

    While your garment is always washed free of filth?

  8. لا تَأمَنِ الحَتفَ فيما تَستَلِذُّ وَإِن

    لانَت مَلامِسَهُ في كَفِّ مُلتَمِسِ

    Do not feel safe from death in what delights you, even if

    Its surfaces feel soft in the seeker's palm.

  9. الحَمدُ لِلَّهِ شُكراً لا شَريكَ لَهُ

    كَم مِن حَبيبٍ مِنَ الأَهلينَ مُختَلَسِ

    Praise and thanks be to God; He has no partner.

    How many a loved one among kinsfolk has been snatched away!