بنفسي حبيباً قبره راح روضةً

خمائلها مسروقةٌ من مخائله

With my own soul a beloved his grave went to a garden

Its chamomiles stolen from his chamomiles

رأى أنه لا صبر للناس بعده

فأهدى لهم أنفاسه في شمائله

He saw that people have no patience after him

So he gifted them his breaths in his attributes