رَثى لهُ مِمَّا به ما بِهِ

صبٌّ غدا صبّاً بأَوصابِهِ

He mourned him, though why should he mourn

A youth who died still in the flower of his youth?

مَيْتٌ يُرى حَيّاً ولكِنَّهُ

تُرْبَتُهُ ما بين أَثوابِهِ

He seems alive, though dead and gone;

For his dust is scattered ‘twixt his garments’ folds.

أيُّ حياةٍ لامرئٍ قد بُلي

بالقُرب من فُرقة أحبابِهِ

What life can be there for a man Who finds himself

Parted from all his loved ones and his friends?