لا يُبعِدُ اللَهُ رَبُّ العِبادِ

وَالمِلحِ ما وَلَدت خالِدَه

God, Lord of all people

Does not keep distant salt's kindred.

وَهُم يُطعِمونَ صُدورَ الكُماةِ

وَالخَيلُ تَطرُدُ أَو طارِدَه

They feed crows' maws

As horses bolt or give chase.

فَإِن يَكُنِ المَوتُ أَفناهُمُ

فَلِلمَوتِ ما تَلِدُ الوالِدَه

If death be their end,

Then death claims what birth once did.