أَينَwhere القُرونُthe generations بَنوsons of القُرونِthe generations
أَينَ القُرونُ بَنو القُرونِ
وَذَوُوand the possessors of المَدائِنِthe cities وَالحُصونِand the fortresses
وَذَوُو المَدائِنِ وَالحُصونِ
Where are the generations, sons of generations,
Where are the generations, sons of the generations,
And the lords of cities and fortresses,
And those of cities and fortresses,
وَذَوُوand those possessing التَجَبُّرِtyrannical arrogance فيin المَجاthe assem-
وَذَوُو التَجَبُّرِ في المَجا
لِسِ-blies وَالتَكَبُّرِand haughtiness فيin العُيونِthe eyes
لِسِ وَالتَكَبُّرِ في العُيونِ
And those who were overbearing in assem-
And those of arrogance in gatherings
blies, and haughty in people's eyes?
And haughtiness in eyes?
كانواthey were المُلوكَthe kings فَأَيُّهُمso which of them
كانوا المُلوكَ فَأَيُّهُم
لَمdid not يُفنِهِdestroy him رَيبُthe ravages of المَنونِdeath
لَم يُفنِهِ رَيبُ المَنونِ
They were kings—so which of them
They were kings - so which of them
Was not destroyed by the ravages of death?
Was not undone by the visitor of death?
أَوor أَيُّهُمwhich of them لَمdid not يُلفَbe found فيin
أَو أَيُّهُم لَم يُلفَ في
دارِthe abode of البِلىdecay غَلِقَunredeemable الرُهونِthe pledges
دارِ البِلى غَلِقَ الرُهونِ
Or which of them was not found in
Or which of them was not wrapped in the abode of ruin,
The abode of decay, pledged beyond redemption?
With debts sealed shut?
وَلَقَدand indeed غَنواthey dwelt فيin عيشَةٍa life
وَلَقَد غَنوا في عيشَةٍ
لَيسَتwas not لِأَنفَسِهِمfor themselves بِدونِinferior
لَيسَت لِأَنفَسِهِم بِدونِ
And indeed they lived a life
They lived in luxury
That was not beneath them.
That was not theirs forever to own.
صارواthey became حَديثاًa tale بَعدَهُمafter them
صاروا حَديثاً بَعدَهُم
إِنَّindeed الحَديثَthe tale لَذوsurely possessed of شُجونِbranches; sorrows
إِنَّ الحَديثَ لَذو شُجونِ
They became a tale after their passing;
After them they became tales -
Indeed, the tale has many branches.
And a tale is mournful.
وَالدَهرُand time دائِبَةٌunceasing عَجاwon-
وَالدَهرُ دائِبَةٌ عَجا
إِبُ-ders صَرفِهِits vicissitudes جَمُّabundant in الفُنونِforms
إِبُ صَرفِهِ جَمُّ الفُنونِ
And time—unceasing are the won-
Time constantly turns
ders of its vicissitudes—is rich in forms.
With the changes of all things.
لاno بُدَّescape فيهِin it لِئامِنِfor one who trusts الthe
لا بُدَّ فيهِ لِئامِنِ ال
أَيّامِdays مِنfrom يَومٍa day خَأُونِtreacherous
أَيّامِ مِن يَومٍ خَأُونِ
Within it, there must be, for one who trusts the
In it, for the days of man's life,
days, a treacherous day.
There is no escape from an evil day.