يا يومَ بُؤسٍ طلَعت شمسُه

بالنحس لا فارقتَ رأسَ الحُضينِ

O day of misery, the sun has risen in misfortune

Ill luck did not part from the head of the intelligent

إن حُضينا لم يزل باخلاً

مُذ كان بالمعروفِ كزَّ اليدين

Our intelligent one has not ceased being empty

Since his hands were generous with good deeds