عَجِبتُ لِلنارِ نامَ راهِبُها

عَجِبتُ لِلنارِ نامَ راهِبُها

وَجَنَّةِ الخُلدِ نامَ راغِبُها

وَجَنَّةِ الخُلدِ نامَ راغِبُها

I marvel at the Fire: the one who fears it has fallen asleep.

I'm amazed that the keeper of hell sleeps

And at the Garden of Eternity: the one who desires it has fallen asleep.

While the seeker of paradise keeps vigil

عَجِبتُ لِلجَنَّةِ الَّتي شَوَّقَ الـ

عَجِبتُ لِلجَنَّةِ الَّتي شَوَّقَ الـ

ـلاهُ إِلَيها إِذ نامَ طالِبُها

ـلاهُ إِلَيها إِذ نامَ طالِبُها

I marvel at the Garden, for which longing was awakened by

I'm amazed that one longs for paradise

God, while its seeker has fallen asleep.

Which God has promised to those who seek it

إِنّا لَفي ظُلمَةٍ مِنَ الحُبِّ لِلـ

إِنّا لَفي ظُلمَةٍ مِنَ الحُبِّ لِلـ

ـدُنيا وَأَهلُ التُقى كَواكِبُها

ـدُنيا وَأَهلُ التُقى كَواكِبُها

Indeed, we are in darkness from love for

We are lost in the dark love of this life

this world, and the pious are its stars.

While the righteous shine like its stars

مَن لَم تَسَعهُ الدُنيا لِبُلغَتِهِ

مَن لَم تَسَعهُ الدُنيا لِبُلغَتِهِ

ضاقَت عَلى نَفسِهِ مَذاهِبُها

ضاقَت عَلى نَفسِهِ مَذاهِبُها

For whoever finds the world too narrow for his subsistence,

One who finds the world too confining

its paths close in upon his soul.

Is constrained by his own ambitions

مَن سامَحَ الحادِثاتِ ذَلَّت لَهُ الـ

مَن سامَحَ الحادِثاتِ ذَلَّت لَهُ الـ

ـأَرضُ وَلانَت لَهُ مَناكِبُها

ـأَرضُ وَلانَت لَهُ مَناكِبُها

For whoever accepts life's vicissitudes, submissive to him is the

One who accepts what comes to pass

earth, and its shoulders soften for him.

Sees the earth bow down before him

وَالمَرءُ ما دامَ في الحَياةِ فَلا

وَالمَرءُ ما دامَ في الحَياةِ فَلا

يَنفَكُّ مِن حاجَةٍ يُطالِبُها

يَنفَكُّ مِن حاجَةٍ يُطالِبُها

And a person, as long as he lives, is never

A man, as long as he lives, will always

free of some need he seeks to meet.

Have needs he strives to satisfy

يا عَجَباً لِلدُنيا كَذا خُلِقَت

يا عَجَباً لِلدُنيا كَذا خُلِقَت

مادِحُها صادِقٌ وَعائِبُها

مادِحُها صادِقٌ وَعائِبُها

What a wonder the world is! Thus it was created:

How strange is this world, formed as it is

Its praiser is truthful, and so is its fault-finder.

Praised by the truthful, blamed by its critics