وَإِنّي لَمُقتادٌ جَوادي وَقاذِفٌ

بِهِ وَبِنَفسي العامَ إِحدى المَقاذِفِ

And I am a rider urging my steed, hurling

Myself and my soul into perils this year,

لأَكسِبَ مالاً أَو أَؤولَ إِلى غِنىً

مِنَ اللَهِ يَكفيني عُدَاةَ الخَلائِفِ

That I may gain wealth or attain riches

From God who suffices me against the vice regents.

مَخافَةَ دُنيا رَثَّةٍ أَن تُميلَني

كَما مالَ فيها الهالِكُ المُتَجانِفِ

Lest the base world with its trifles seduce me

As it seduced the doomed and the defiant one.

فَيارَبِّ إِن حانَت وَفاتي فَلا تَكُن

عَلى شَرجَعٍ يُعلى بِدُكنِ المَطارِفِ

So my Lord, when my death hour arrives, let there be

No steed with outfit aloft to bear my coffin.

وَلَكِن أَحِن يَومي شَهيداً وَعُقبَةً

يُصابونَ في فَجٍّ مِنَ الأَرضِ خائِفِ

But let me die a martyr and hero, and a terror

To them in a valley of the land which terrifies.

عَصائِبُ مِن شَتّى يُؤَلِّفُ بينهم

هُدى اللَهِ نَزّالونَ عِندَ المَواقِفِ

Bands of diverse men made one by the guidance of God,

Descending at places of pause and waiting.

إِذا فارَقوا دُنياهُمُ فارَقوا الأَذى

وَصاروا إِلى مَوعودِ ما في المَصاحِفِ

When they leave their world, they leave harm too

And attain the promise made in the Scriptures.

فَأُقتَلَ قَصعاً ثُمَّ يُرمى بِأَعظُمي

كَضِغثِ الخَلى بَينَ الرِياحِ العَواصِفِ

Then let me die a victim and let my bosom be thrown by

The winds into a desolate place amid storms.

وَيُصبِحَ قَبري بَطنَ نَسرٍ مَقيلُهُ

بِجَوِّ السَماءِ في نُسورٍ عَوائِفِ

And let my grave be the belly of an eagle

Whose abode is the air, in a pairing eagle.