ما لِجَديدِ المَوتِ يا بِشرُ لَذَّةٌ

ما لِجَديدِ المَوتِ يا بِشرُ لَذَّةٌ

وَكُلُّ جَديدٍ تُستَلَذُّ طَرائِفُه

وَكُلُّ جَديدٍ تُستَلَذُّ طَرائِفُه

There is no pleasure in death's novelty, O Bishr,

What pleasure is there in death's novelty, O mortal

Yet the novelties of every new thing are delightful.

Every novelty, its aspects bring delight

فَلا ضَيرَ إِنَّ اللَهَ يا بِشرُ ساقَني

فَلا ضَيرَ إِنَّ اللَهَ يا بِشرُ ساقَني

إِلى بَلَدٍ جاوَرتُ فيهِ خَلائِفُه

إِلى بَلَدٍ جاوَرتُ فيهِ خَلائِفُه

So there is no harm: God, O Bishr, has indeed led me

So no harm, God has led me, O mortal

To a land where I dwelt beside His caliphs.

To a land, where I dwelled with its successors

فَلَستُ وَإِن عَيشٌ تَوَلّى بِجازِعٍ

فَلَستُ وَإِن عَيشٌ تَوَلّى بِجازِعٍ

وَلا أَنا مِمّا حَمَّمَ المَوتُ خائِفُه

وَلا أَنا مِمّا حَمَّمَ المَوتُ خائِفُه

So I am not distraught, even if a way of life has passed away,

So I'm not one whom death has made fearful

Nor am I afraid of what death has decreed.

Even if life turns away in earnest