يا تُرْبُ ضَمَّنكَ المَماتُ مُسَوَّداً

كادَتْ لهُ نَفْسِي تَزُولُ تَقَطُّعا

O soil that death has darkened and decayed

My soul almost faded and was torn apart

قدْ كُنْتُ آمُلُ أَنْ يَقِيكَ الدَّهْر لِي

صَرْفَ الحُتُوفِ وأَنْ تكُونَ مُفَجَّعا

I had hoped time would spare you for me

The turning of fate, and that you'd remain collected

حَتَّى رأَيْتُ المُشْفِقِينَ تَقَطَّعَتْ

لَما لهمْ ورَأَيْتُ يَوْمَكَ مُقْطِعا

Until I saw the anxious ones torn apart

For what was theirs, and I saw your day severed

إِنْ كانَ غَيَّرَ مِنْ مَحاسِنِكَ البِلَى

ورَمى فَلمْ يتْرُكْ لِسَهْمٍ مَنْزَعا

If decay changed your beauty

And threw, but left no arrow a refuge

فلَقَدْ فَقْدْتُ مَحاسِنَ الدُّنْيا بِهِ

وَكَذا الزَّمانُ مُفَرِّقٌ ما جَمَّعا

So I have lost the beauties of life through it

And so time separates what it gathered