1. رُدّا كُؤوسَكُما عَن شِبهِ مَفؤودِ

    فَلَيسَ ذَلِكَ يَومَ الراحِ وَالعودِ

    Turn your cups away from one who seems heart-stricken;

    for this is no day for wine and the lute.

  2. يا ساقِيَيَّ أَراني قَد سَكَنتُ إِلى

    ماءِ المَدامِعِ عَن ماءِ العَناقيدِ

    O my two cupbearers, I find I have taken solace in

    the water of tears, away from the water of grape-clusters.

  3. وَبِتُّ يَرتاحُ سَمعي حينَ يَفتُقُهُ

    صَوتُ النَوادِبِ لا صَوتُ الأَغاريدِ

    And I spent the night with my ear soothed whenever pierced by

    the sound of mourning women, not the sound of songs.

  4. فَأَمسِكا الراحَ إِنّي لا أُخامِرُها

    وَبَلِّغا الغيدَ عَنّي سَلوَةَ الغيدِ

    So withhold the wine: I will not partake of it;

    and tell the graceful maidens, from me, of my indifference to them.

  5. ثُمَّ اِمضِيا وَدَعاني إِنَّني رَجُلٌ

    قَد آلَ أَمري إِلى هَمٍّ وَتَسهيدِ

    Then go, both of you, and leave me: I am a man

    whose lot has come to grief and sleeplessness.

  6. أَبَعدَ عُثمانَ أَبغي مَأرَباً حَسَناً

    مِنَ الحَياةِ وَحَظّاً غَيرَ مَنكودِ

    After Uthman, should I seek some pleasant aim

    in life, and a fortune free of misery?

  7. إِنّي لَيَحزُنُني أَن جاءَ يَنشُدُهُ

    داعي المَنونِ وَأَنّي غَيرُ مَنشودِ

    It grieves me indeed that there came seeking him

    death's summoner, while I remain unsought.

  8. أَمسَت تُنافِسُ فيكَ الشُهبَ مِن شَرَفٍ

    أَرضٌ تَوارَيتَ فيها يا فَتى الجودِ

    Now, through you, it rivals the bright stars in honor—

    the earth where you lie hidden, O youth of generosity.

  9. لَو لَم تَكُن سَبَقَتكَ الأَنبِياءُ لَها

    قُلنا بِأَنَّكَ فيها خَيرُ مَلحودِ

    Had the prophets not preceded you there,

    we would have said you were the finest one buried there.

  10. وَوَدَّتِ الريحُ لَو كانَت مُسَخَّرَةً

    لِحَملِ نَعشِكَ عَن هامِ الأَماجيدِ

    And the wind wished it could be put to service

    to carry your bier from the heads of noble men.

  11. وَالشَمسُ لَو أَنَّها مِن أُفقِها هَبَطَت

    وَآثَرَت مَعكَ سُكنى القَفرِ وَالبيدِ

    And the sun wished it had descended from its horizon

    and chosen to dwell with you in the wasteland and deserts.

  12. وَقَد تَمَنّى الضُحى لَو أَنَّهُم دَرَجوا

    هَذا الفَقيدَ بِثَوبٍ مِنهُ مَقدودِ

    And the morning light wished that they had wrapped

    this departed one in a garment cut from that light.

  13. يا راحِلاً أَكبَرَتكَ الحادِثاتُ وَما

    أَكبَرتَها عِندَ تَليينٍ وَتَشديدِ

    O departed one, misfortunes held you in awe, but you never

    held them in awe, whether they relented or grew severe.

  14. أَبكَيتَ حَتّى العُلا وَالمَكرُماتِ وَما

    جَفَّت عَلَيكَ مَآقي الخُرَّدِ الخودِ

    You made even glory and noble deeds weep, and never

    have the eyes of shy young beauties dried for you.

  15. وَباتَ آلُكَ وَالأَصحابُ كُلُّهُمُ

    عَلَيكَ ما بَينَ مَحزونٍ وَمَعمودِ

    And all your family and companions spent the night

    mourning you, some sorrowful, others stricken to the heart.

  16. يَبكونَ فَقدَ اِمرِئٍ لِلخَيرِ مُنتَسِبٍ

    بِالبِشرِ مُنتَقِبٍ في الناسِ مَحمودِ

    They weep for the loss of a man kin to goodness,

    veiled in cheerfulness, praised among the people.

  17. بَني أَباظَةَ لا زالَت دِيارُكُمُ

    أُفقَ البُدورِ وَغاباً لِلصَناديدِ

    Sons of Abaza, may your homes never cease to be

    the horizon of full moons and a forest for champions.

  18. لا قَدَّرَ اللَهُ بَعدَ اليَومِ تَعرِيَةً

    إِلّا هَناءً عَلى عِزٍّ وَتَخليدِ

    May God decree no further stripping away after today—

    only happiness amid glory and lasting renown.

  19. وَعَظَّمَ اللَهُ في عُثمانَ أَجرَكُمُ

    في رَحمَةِ اللَهِ أَمسى خَيرَ مَغمودِ

    And may God magnify your reward for the loss of Uthman;

    in God's mercy he now rests, the finest one enshrouded.