أَلاBehold إِنَّindeed دَهراًtime هادِماًdemolishing كلall مانبنىthat has been built
أَلا إِنَّ دَهراً هادِماً كل مانبنى
سَيَبلىwill wear away كَماas يُبلىit wears things away وَيَفنىand will perish كَماas يُفنىit makes things perish
سَيَبلى كَما يُبلى وَيَفنى كَما يُفنى
Behold, time, which demolishes all that has been built,
Alas! Time, ever destructive, ruins all we build
will wear away as it wears things away, and perish as it makes things perish.
It will fade as things fade and vanish as things vanish
وَماand not الفَوزُsuccess فيin الدنياthis world هُوَit الفوزsuccess إِنَّماonly
وَما الفَوزُ في الدنيا هُوَ الفوز إِنَّما
يَفوزwins الفَتىthe young man بالربحwith profit فيهاin it مَعalong with الغبنloss
يَفوز الفَتى بالربح فيها مَع الغبن
And success in this world is not true success; rather,
And triumph in this world is not the real triumph
a young man gains profit in it only alongside loss.
The youth triumphs by gaining profit mixed with loss
يُجازيis repaid ببؤسٍwith misery عَنfor لَذيذsweet نعيمهاits bliss
يُجازي ببؤسٍ عَن لَذيذ نعيمها
وَيَجنيand he reaps الرَدىdeath مِمّاfrom what غدتhas come to كفُّهhis hand تجنىreaps
وَيَجني الرَدى مِمّا غدت كفُّه تجنى
He is repaid with misery for its sweet bliss,
He will be rewarded with misery for his sweet life of bliss
and reaps death from what his hand has been reaping.
And will reap thorns from what his hands have sown
وَلاand no شكَّdoubt أَنthat الحزنَsorrow يَجريruns لِغايَةٍtoward an end
وَلا شكَّ أَن الحزنَ يَجري لِغايَةٍ
وَلَكِنَّand yet نفسthe soul المَرءِof a person سيئةُill الظَنexpectation
وَلَكِنَّ نفس المَرءِ سيئةُ الظَن
And there is no doubt that sorrow runs toward an end,
No doubt that sorrow runs its destined course
yet a person's soul is inclined to think the worst.
But the soul of man is prone to think ill
وَماand not طولُthe length of سجنيmy imprisonment عائبٌa disgrace ليto me فَإِنَّهfor it is
وَما طولُ سجني عائبٌ لي فَإِنَّه
مِسَنٌّa whetstone لأَلبابٍfor minds صدئنhave rusted بِلاwithout سِنِّold age
مِسَنٌّ لأَلبابٍ صدئن بِلا سِنِّ
And my long imprisonment is no disgrace to me, for it is
My long imprisonment does not shame me
a whetstone for minds that have rusted without growing old.
It ripens minds rusted without Temperance
وَماand not أَناI إِلّاexcept كالعُقارِlike wine تَكسبَّتhas acquired
وَما أَنا إِلّا كالعُقارِ تَكسبَّت
نسيماًa scent وَطيباًand fragrance فيin معاقرةِkeeping company with الدنِّthe wine jar
نسيماً وَطيباً في معاقرةِ الدنِّ
And I am only like wine that has acquired
I'm but as aloes wood gaining
a scent and fragrance through its companionship with the wine jar.
Fragrance and scent from mingling with the dregs