One night I slept in the desert of Fid

My legs were bound from running

A camel driver came in fear and conflict

He struck me with the camel's reins, saying 'Get up!'

Have you resigned yourself to dying?

That you do not rise at the sound of the bell?

I too have sweet sleep in mind like you

But the desert lies ahead of us

You, who do not rise at the call to depart from sweet sleep

How else will you reach the path?

The camel driver's drumbeat resounded

The first caravan reached its destination

Blessed are the wise and fortunate ones

Who prepare their gear before the drummer sounds

Those who sleep on the road, when they wake

Will not see the traces of those who have traveled

The traveler who rises early wins the race

What good is it to wake after the camp has moved?

One who sows barley in spring

How can he harvest wheat in the season of reaping?

Now, O sleeper, you must awaken

For what use is awakening when death comes from your sleep?

When your gray hair shows on your youthful face

Your night has become day, rise from sleep

I gave up hope on life that day

When I fell into the white darkness

Alas, the precious life has passed

These few moments will also pass

What was spent wrongly has passed

And if you don't grasp this too, it will pass

Now is the time to sow if you cultivate

If you hope to reap the harvest

Do not go to the city of Judgment Day empty-handed

For there is no face in sitting in regret

If you have the eye of wisdom, plan for the grave

Do it now while your eye has not yet seen ants

O son, you can profit with capital

What profit is there for one who consumes their capital?

Now strive, for water has passed from the waist

Not when the flood passes over your head

Now that you have eyes, shed a tear

Your tongue is in your mouth, offer an excuse

The soul does not always remain in the body

Nor does the tongue always stay in the mouth

Now you must apologize for your shortcomings

Not when the speaking soul is silenced from speaking

Listen today to the words of the wise

For tomorrow Munkar will question you in terror

Value this precious breath

For without the bird, the cage has no value

Do not waste life in regret and pity

For opportunity is precious and time is a sword