والِدُنا الدَهرُ بِهِ طَيشَةٌ

والِدُنا الدَهرُ بِهِ طَيشَةٌ

فَلَيسَ فيهِ مِن بَنيهِ حَليم

فَلَيسَ فيهِ مِن بَنيهِ حَليم

Our father, Time, has a streak of rashness;

Our life is reckless and wild,

so none among his sons is forbearing.

None of its sons are wise and mild,

ما رَكِبَ المَرءُ سِوى ظالِمٍ

ما رَكِبَ المَرءُ سِوى ظالِمٍ

يَعدو إِلى الفِتنَةِ عَدوَ الظَليم

يَعدو إِلى الفِتنَةِ عَدوَ الظَليم

Man has ridden nothing but an oppressor

No man rides except a tyrant,

who races toward strife as a male ostrich runs.

Who races to stir up strife reviled.

دُنياهُمُ نارٌ بِلا جَنَّةٍ

دُنياهُمُ نارٌ بِلا جَنَّةٍ

فَالقَومُ مِنها في عَذابٍ أَليم

فَالقَومُ مِنها في عَذابٍ أَليم

Their world is fire, without a paradise;

Their world is fire without heaven,

so the people suffer painful torment from it.

So people suffer torment piled,

مُستَلِمينَ الرُكنَ مُستَلإِمي

مُستَلِمينَ الرُكنَ مُستَلإِمي

نَ السَردَ كُلٌّ مِنهُمُ مُستَليم

نَ السَردَ كُلٌّ مِنهُمُ مُستَليم

Touching the Corner, donning

Submitting to fate though grim,

chain mail—each of them deserves blame.

Each takes what is dealt compiled.

رَبِّ مَتى أَرحَلُ عَن عالَمي

رَبِّ مَتى أَرحَلُ عَن عالَمي

فَأَنتَ بِالناسِ خَبيرٌ عَليمِ

فَأَنتَ بِالناسِ خَبيرٌ عَليمِ

My Lord, when shall I depart from my world?

Lord, when do I leave my world?

For You are well acquainted with people, all-knowing.

You know people well and wise.

فَالمالِكُ المَملوكُ وَالموسِرُ ال

فَالمالِكُ المَملوكُ وَالموسِرُ ال

مُعسِرُ وَالسالِمُ مِثلُ السَليم

مُعسِرُ وَالسالِمُ مِثلُ السَليم

So the master is the slave, and the wealthy the

The ruler, the ruled, the rich, the poor

poor, and the unharmed is like the snake-bitten.

And the safe alike meet their demise.

ما نالَ فِرعَونُ بِها نِعمَةً

ما نالَ فِرعَونُ بِها نِعمَةً

وَلا صَفا عَيشٌ لِموسى الكَليم

وَلا صَفا عَيشٌ لِموسى الكَليم

Pharaoh gained no blessing in it,

Pharaoh gained no joy from it

nor was life serene for Moses, the one God spoke to.

Nor did Moses the Exalted live serene.