The Wretched of the Earth

The world is not worth if it robs you of your mind

The world is not worth if it robs you of your heart

It is only worth what you put into your heart

You have a right to it and a duty known to you

The traitor to the covenant must grieve over his fate

And the ungrateful who obtained his wealth will inevitably regret it

And whoever gave it its right and was named by it is wise

Precious if he clings to it like a blind person

And cheap if he becomes like a doll with it

Do not deny the world and guidance is a provision that cannot be defeated

Like a game that has its rules, you must play by it

Before or after it, you are forced to borrow from it

Everything your right hand owns is good and a blessing

And everyone will depart to his state, unwillingly, not out of desire

So do not be strong with what you do not have a share of

Our life here is slipping from our hands

Therefore, we hope that you will dwell among us

Because these are the opportunities that we waste due to our bad thoughts

Every sinner is saved in it if he is moderate in it

Whoever gives charity and obeys in his life is sublime in it

And the soul is pure in it, greatness and significance

Indeed You were a scholar, things were hidden from you

If you took a path, healing would come to you

Mercy for you and recognition from the gates of heaven

The worldly life is nothing but pleasures and delusions

How many tyrants were destroyed by time as retribution

And how many magicians had their deeds turned against them by force

Some of us repented and turned to ourselves and were guided

And some of us went from the paradise of bliss or sought refuge

He who learned and repelled injustice if he returned has won

Oh you who rose from poverty and possessed glory

Do not forget who you were and where you accepted it

For yesterday is gone and what is coming is inevitable

The slave who longs for his freedom does not tire

And the dreamer always strives to achieve his goals

And the oppressor will not find the secret of his truth

Oh oppressor, beware of the calamity of your complex

And you, oh patient, pay attention to your condition

Life is an orphan in the bracelet of your neck

So be a leader for yourself and a worshipper for yourself

The mind understands what we desire, whether secretly or by way

And life considers its past a lifetime owned