لو ارعوى من يشمخُ

لو ارعوى من يشمخُ

تكبّراً ويبذخُ

تكبّراً ويبذخُ

If he would mend his ways—he who holds his head high

If one who struts with pride could know

in arrogance and vaunts himself—

That his nature comes from a drop emitted

أيقنَ أنّ سنخهُ

أيقنَ أنّ سنخهُ

من حمإٍ سيسنخُ

من حمإٍ سيسنخُ

he would know that his substance,

And that the parts protected by his clothes

formed of black mud, will rot,

Will become worn out and decayed

وأنّ ما حماه من

وأنّ ما حماه من

أطرافهِ يدوّخُ

أطرافهِ يدوّخُ

and that what he has guarded of

He would cry out upon realizing

his extremities will be subdued.

Did a son or brother revolve around him?

صاح وقد صحا فهل

صاح وقد صحا فهل

طاف به ابنٌ أو أخُ

طاف به ابنٌ أو أخُ

He cried out, now sobered—so did

Does he not know that the one who is most

a son or brother come round him?

Protective of ruin does not scream out?

أما درى أن الذي

أما درى أن الذي

أمّ الردى لا يصرَخُ

أمّ الردى لا يصرَخُ

Did he not know that he who

makes for death receives no aid?