1. When I die, then bid me farewell with a thrice fluttering heart,
The wail of a reed-flute and the clashing of flowers.

2. Crush naught but sweet herbs to let their juices
Flow o’er the sod that doth my body cover.

3. And say: “Such was the outward life he led,
But God alone knows what a man concealeth.”

4. If on the Day of Doom, my Lord should ask me
And reckon with me for major sins,

5. I will say: “I tasted wine but told no lie,
Nor stabbed ʿAbd al-Qays with a fateful blow."