أَلاLo! إِنَّماnothing but الداءُthe malady العَياءُincurable مَرامُناour pursuit
أَلا إِنَّما الداءُ العَياءُ مَرامُنا
أَموراًthings تُواتيcome readily to غَيرَناsomeone other than us وَهوَthough he is أَخرَقُinept
أَموراً تُواتي غَيرَنا وَهوَ أَخرَقُ
Lo, the incurable malady is nothing but our pursuit
Of things that come readily to another, though he is inept.
وَتَزدادُand they grow شَرّاًworse أَنthat نَرومَwe seek صَغيرَهاthe least of them
وَتَزدادُ شَرّاً أَن نَرومَ صَغيرَها
فَكَيفَso how عَظيمُgreat الأَمرِthe undertaking فيهاamong them يُوَفَّقُis granted success
فَكَيفَ عَظيمُ الأَمرِ فيها يُوَفَّقُ
Yet they grow worse when we seek the least of them;
How, then, can a great undertaking among them succeed?
Translation model: Sol 6.1