هُوَ التَنَقُّلُ مِن يَومٍ إِلى يَومِ

هُوَ التَنَقُّلُ مِن يَومٍ إِلى يَومِ

كَأَنَّهُ ما تُريكَ العَينُ في النَومِ

كَأَنَّهُ ما تُريكَ العَينُ في النَومِ

It is the passing from day to day,

It is the passage from one day to the next

As though it were what the eye shows you in sleep.

As though what the eye shows you in sleep

إِنَّ المَنايا وَإِن أَصبَحتَ في لَعِبٍ

إِنَّ المَنايا وَإِن أَصبَحتَ في لَعِبٍ

تَحومُ حَولَكَ حَوماً أَيَّما حَومِ

تَحومُ حَولَكَ حَوماً أَيَّما حَومِ

Indeed, death, even if you greet the morning at play,

Though death jest all around you

Circles around you—what a circling!

It hovers close at every turn

وَالدَهرُ ذو دُوَلٍ فيهِ لَنا عَجَبٌ

وَالدَهرُ ذو دُوَلٍ فيهِ لَنا عَجَبٌ

دُنيا تَنَقَّلُ مِن قَومٍ إِلى قَومِ

دُنيا تَنَقَّلُ مِن قَومٍ إِلى قَومِ

And time has turns of fortune; in it we find wonder:

Fate forever oscillates with wonder for us

A world that passes from one people to another.

The world moves from people to people