عَليَّ لإِخواني رَقيبٌ مِنَ الصَفا

تَبيدُ الليّالي وَهوَ لَيسَ يَبيدُ

My brothers are guardians sent from Safa

Nights pass but they do not pass

يُذَكِرُنيِهم في مَغيبٍ وَمَشهَدٍ

فَسيّان عِندي غُيَّبٌ وَشُهودُ

They remind me in absence and presence

So to me absent and present are the same

وَإِنّي لَأَستَحيي أَخي أَن أَبُرَّهُ

قَريباً وَأَجفو وَالمَزارُ بَعيدُ

And I'm too shy before my brother to bid him farewell

When the grave is far though he is near