STRATIJI

Ask the days about nations that have passed, The landmarks and traces will tell you their tale. You seek eternity in the abode of death, How many like you have sought what you seek? You sleep, yet death does not sleep for you, Awaken to mortality, O slumberer! You are heedless of annihilation while you perish, For nothing in this world endures. ---------- سَلِ الأَيّامَ عَن أُمَمٍ تَقَضَّت سَتُخبِرُكَ المَعالِمُ وَالرُسومُ تَرومُ الخُلدَ في دارِ المَنايا فَكَم قَد رامَ مِثلَكَ ما تَرومُ تَنامُ وَلَم تَنَم عَنكَ المَنايا تَنبَّه لِلمَنِّيَةِ يا نُؤومُ لَهَوتَ عَنِ الفَناءِ وَأَنتَ تَفنى فَما شَيءٌ مِنَ الدُنيا يَدومُ