|Wikisource:Islamic poetry|| The Poem of Labid |
|One of seven poems hanged in the Kaaba. Translated in 1881 for Author:W.A. Clouston's Arabian Poetry.|
Yea, everything is vain, except only God alone,
and every pleasant thing must one day vanish away!
And all the race of men—there shall surely come among them
a Fearful Woe, whereby their fingers shall grow pale:
And every mother's son, though his life be lengthened out
to the utmost bound, comes home at last to the Grave:
And every man shall know one day his labour's worth,
when his loss or gain is cast up on the Judgment Day.