تَسَمّى سُروراً جاهِلٌ مُتَخَرِّصٌ

تَسَمّى سُروراً جاهِلٌ مُتَخَرِّصٌ

بِفيهِ البَرى هَل في الزَمانِ سُرورُ

بِفيهِ البَرى هَل في الزَمانِ سُرورُ

An ignorant fabricator called himself Surur (Joy);

A fool who feigns delight is hardly wise,

May dust fill his mouth! Does time hold any joy?

For in this life what lasting joy lies?

نَعَم ثَمَّ جُزءٌ مِن أُلوفٍ كَثيرَةٍ

نَعَم ثَمَّ جُزءٌ مِن أُلوفٍ كَثيرَةٍ

مِنَ الخَيرِ وَالأَجزاءُ بَعدُ شُرورُ

مِنَ الخَيرِ وَالأَجزاءُ بَعدُ شُرورُ

Yes, there is one part among many thousands

A little while of pleasure we may own,

That is good; the remaining parts are evils.

Midst countless hours of sorrow we have known.

يَسارٌ وَعُدمٌ وَاِدِّكارٌ وَغَفلَةٌ

يَسارٌ وَعُدمٌ وَاِدِّكارٌ وَغَفلَةٌ

وَعِزٌّ وَذُلٌّ كُلُّ ذاكَ غُرورُ

وَعِزٌّ وَذُلٌّ كُلُّ ذاكَ غُرورُ

Wealth and poverty, remembrance and heedlessness,

Mirth, want, forgetfulness and heedlessness,

And honor and humiliation—all of that is delusion.

Renown, disgrace - all empty nothingness.

حَوانا مَكانٌ لايَجوزُ اِنتِقالُهُ

حَوانا مَكانٌ لايَجوزُ اِنتِقالُهُ

وَدَهرٌ لَهُ بِالساكِنيهِ مُرورُ

وَدَهرٌ لَهُ بِالساكِنيهِ مُرورُ

A place that cannot be moved has enclosed us,

This world's a place we briefly occupy,

And time, which passes by its inhabitants.

And time for us is but to pass and fly.

فَكُرَّ عَلى الأَبطالِ أَو كُرَّ في الوَغى

فَكُرَّ عَلى الأَبطالِ أَو كُرَّ في الوَغى

لِهَذي اللَيالِيَ حَملَةٌ وَكُرورُ

لِهَذي اللَيالِيَ حَملَةٌ وَكُرورُ

So charge against the champions, or charge into the fray:

Recount the mighty heroes if you can,

These nights have their own assault and repeated charges.

For nights like these make little of a man.

نَأَت عَن ذَرورِ العَينِ مُقلَةُ شارِقٍ

نَأَت عَن ذَرورِ العَينِ مُقلَةُ شارِقٍ

لَها كُلَّما لاحَ الصَباحُ دَرورُ

لَها كُلَّما لاحَ الصَباحُ دَرورُ

The rising sun's eye lies beyond the reach of eye-powder;

The morning star at dawn begins to fade,

It pours forth whenever morning appears.

Its fleeting beauty destined to evade.