Praise be to Allah who made this world, in truth, a passage for reflection,
Its sailor overlooks the world, rowing with patience and endurance,
And He was not pleased with it for His close ones, so He built for them another abode,
And He went to lengths in condemning it, and what suffices are the distresses within it,
Yet, He adorned it, and the child of desire is prone to deception,
Beautified for people is the love of desires: from women and children, and heaped-up treasures of gold and silver, and branded horses, and cattle and tilled land; but desires have a deceptive strategy,
From the women and for the women are the cunning traps of the deceitful Satan,
One of them ruins the religion after she ruins the home,
So the Arab says from associating with them, 'Woe to me',
And the foreigner cries, 'Zanahar' (Woe),
And the children, how much hardship the father endures for the sake of the young; but when they grow up, they disobey, and disobedience is among the grave sins,
And the heaped-up treasures that are accumulated only through burdens,
And the branded horses are paraded in the arena of the bold, showcasing pride,
While it runs with its rider, it stumbles with him in any falter,
And the cattle, which impress both the owner and the onlookers,
While it is in the ascent of increase, suddenly its owner heads to the grave in decline,
And the tilled land, green and yellow, with various colors and flowers,
Its leaves changed to parting ravens, so they stood lamenting over the remains,
That is the enjoyment of worldly life.
