لَكِنَّني أَسأَلُ الرَحمَنَ مَغفِرَةً

وَضَربَةً ذاتَ فَرغٍ تَقذِفُ الزَبَدا

But I ask the Merciful for forgiveness

And a strike of perfect force that casts forth the foam,

أَو طَعنَةً بِيَدَي حَرّانَ مُجهِزَةً

بِحَربَةٍ تُنفِذُ الأَحشاءَ وَالكَبِدا

Or a stab by hands burning, made ready

With a blade to pierce the guts and liver,

حَتّى يُقالَ إِذا مَرّوا عَلى جَدَثي

أَرشَدَهُ اللَهُ مِن غازٍ وَقَد رَشَدا

Until it’s said when they pass my grave:

“God guided him from one who went raiding and gave guidance.”