ما المنايا إلاَّ المَطَايا وما فَرَّ

ما المنايا إلاَّ المَطَايا وما فَرَّ

قَ شَيءٌ تفريقها الأَحْبابا

قَ شَيءٌ تفريقها الأَحْبابا

Death is nothing but the mounts, and never has

Death is but a passing

anything parted loved ones as they have.

Nothing parts those who love

ظلَّ حاديهُمُ يَسُوقُ بِقَلْبي

ظلَّ حاديهُمُ يَسُوقُ بِقَلْبي

ويُرِي أَنّهُ يَسُوقُ الرِّكابا

ويُرِي أَنّهُ يَسُوقُ الرِّكابا

Their camel driver kept driving my heart along,

But the madness within guides my heart

while making it seem that he was driving the camels.

And imagines it leads a caravan