All praise is due to God, who made the world, in truth, a passage for reflection,
The sailor of its ship will be forgiven for his rowing and his steadfast endurance.
And He did not approve the world for His close ones, so He built for them another home.
He went too far in condemning her, and the faults in her are sufficient.
Except that he adorned it, and the one carried away by desire was full of self-deception.
People were made to find attractive the love of desires: women and sons, and the piled-up heaps of gold and silver.
And the branded horses, the livestock, and the cultivated fields — desires have a deceitful device for substitution.
Among women, and for women, are the snares of the crafty devil.
One of the women ruins the religion after the house is ruined.
So the Arab says, "Woe to me from living among them."
And the non-Arab cries out an onomatopoeic cry, and the boys.
And how often the father endured hardship for the little ones,
When they grew tender, they were ungrateful, and ingratitude is among the major sins,
And the piled-up loads, and they did not come together except by sins,
And the branded horses, he ranges about on them in the arena of wondrous valor,
Clearly, it was running with its rider, it stumbled on it—what a stumble.
And the livestock, and they are causing admiration for the owner and the onlookers,
Clearly, she is on the upward slope.
If it accompanied it down to the grave on a slope,
and the cultivated land, green and yellow, varied in its colors and flowers.
Its leaves changed, becoming like paper.
The crows of separation rose up and lamented the ruins.
That is the provision of worldly life; and is the provision anything but a loan that is lent?
Have you heard the faults of the transient world? Who would buy dates riddled with wasps?
Shall I tell you of something better than that?
For those who were conscious of their Lord, there will be gardens beneath which rivers flow.
