1. أُنافِقُ الناسَ إِنّي قَد بُليتُ بِهِم

    وَكَيفَ لي بِخَلاصٍ مِنهُمُ دانِ

    I dissemble with people; I have indeed been afflicted with them.

    And how can I find escape from them close at hand?

  2. مَن عاشَ غَيرَ مُدّاجٍ مَن يُعاشِرُهُ

    أَساءَ عِشرَةَ أَصحابٍ وَأَخدانِ

    Whoever lives without dissembling with those he associates with

    Makes a poor companion to friends and intimates.

  3. كَم صاحِبٍ يَتَمَنّى لَو نُعيتُ لَهُ

    وَإِن تَشَكَّيتُ راعاني وَفَدّاني

    How many a friend wishes he were told of my death,

    Yet if I complain, he tends me and offers himself as my ransom.

  4. صَحِبتُ دَهري وَسوءُ الغَدرِ شيمَتُهُ

    فَإِن غَدَرتُ فَإِنَّ الدَهرَ أَعداني

    I have kept company with my age, whose nature is foul treachery;

    So if I betray, Time has infected me.

  5. وَما أُبالي وَأَرداني مُبَرَّأَةٌ

    مِنَ العُيوبِ إِذا ما الحَتفُ أَرداني

    And I care not, my sleeves being free

    Of faults, if death should strike me down.

  6. مَتى لَحِقتُ بِتُربي زَلَّ عَن جَدَثي

    مَدحي وَذَمِّيَ مِن مَثنى وَوُحدانِ

    When I join my dust, from my grave will slip away

    Praise and blame of me, from people in pairs or alone.

  7. هَل تَزدَهي كَعبَةُ الحُجّاجِ إِذ فَقَدَت

    حِسّاً بِكَثرَةِ زُوّارٍ وَسُدّانِ

    Does the pilgrims' Kaaba take pride, though it lacks

    Feeling, in its many visitors and custodians?

  8. في الحَولِ عيدانِ ما فازا بِما رُزِقا

    فَيُظهِرا البِشرَ لَمّا قيلَ عيدانِ

    There are two feasts each year; they gain nothing from what they are granted,

    And so show no delight when called 'two feasts.'

  9. كَم عَبَّدَ الفَتَيانِ الخَلقَ عَن عُرُضٍ

    بِذِلَةٍ وَهُما لِلَّهِ عَبدانِ

    How often the two youths—night and day—have enslaved mankind indiscriminately,

    In abasement, though both are God's slaves.

  10. أَمّا الجَديدانِ مِن ثَوبي وَمِن جَسَدي

    فَيَبلَيانِ وَلا يَبلى الجَديدانِ

    As for the two new things—my garment and my body—

    Both wear out, but the ever-new pair—night and day—does not.

  11. بُردُ الشَبابِ وَبُردُ الناسِجِ اِبتُذِلا

    وَهَل يَدومُ عَلى البَردَينِ بُردانِ

    The cloak of youth and the weaver's cloak have both worn out;

    And can two cloaks endure through the two cool times—morn and eve?