1. أَصبَحتِ يا دارَ الأَذى

    وَصَفاكِ مُمتَلِئٌ قَذى

    Morning finds you, O abode of harm,

    And your purity is filled with specks of dirt.

  2. أَينَ الَّذينَ عَهِدتُهُم

    قَطَعوا الحَياةَ تَلَذُّذا

    Where are those I once knew,

    Who spent their lives in pleasure?

  3. دَرَجوا غَداةَ رَماهُمُ

    رَيبُ الزَمانِ فَأَنفَذا

    They passed away the morning they were struck

    By time’s misfortune, which pierced them through.

  4. سَنَصيرُ أَيضاً مِثلَهُم

    عَمّا قَليلٍ هَكَذا

    We too shall become like them,

    In a little while, just so.

  5. يا هؤلاءِ تَفَكَّروا

    لِلمَوتِ يَغدو مَن غَذا

    O you people, reflect:

    Whoever feeds goes forth toward death.