The unbelievers seem to have it good

And I envied arrogance when I saw their prosperity

They've no struggles, free from burdens

Common to mankind with lives that shine resplendently

Pride is their necklace

They deck themselves out in violence

The conceits of their minds know no limits



Mouths lay claim to heaven but tongues possess the earth



They seem like they're doing fine

And I've worshiped all this time

Have I followed You for nothing, Lord?

Then you show me they walk on a ground that is slippery

In Your mind they're a dream

When You wake their life's theme will be only a fantasy