قُل لأُمِّ البنَينِ إن حانَ مَوتي

تَبكِني لِلنِّزالِ تَحتَ العَجاجِ

Tell the mother of sons, my death is near

Weep for me, under the howdah, beneath the canopies

وَللبس الدِّلاَص يَغشَى ثيابي

فَوقَها بَيضَةٌ كضَوءِ السِّراجِ

And don the black robes that will shroud my clothes

Above them a badge, bright like a lamp's glow

وَلِرفعي على الرَّبَاوَةِ ناري

عَلَماً لِلمُضلِّ واللَّيلُ داجِ

And raise for me, on the camel litter, my banner

A sign for the lost, while night's still aglow

وَلِكَرِّي الكُمَيتَ في حَوَمةش ال

مَوتِ مَكاناً أَقلُّهُم فيهِ ناجِ

And bury me rolled in my cloak in a hollow

Of death, where I'm safer than those down below