لَقَد غادَرَ المَوتُ قَبلَ الصَّفا
وَبَعدَ المشقر قَدراً جَليلا
Death left before youthfulness,
And after hardship, a great destiny.
كَثيراً حَلاوةُ أَخلاقِهِ
شَديدَ المَرارةِ صَعباً ذَلولا
How sweet were his manners,
Bitter and difficult to appease.
خَذلتَ الوَليَّ لِكأسِ الحِمامِ
وَلَم تك يا ابنَ عُمَيرٍ خَذولا
You disappointed the ally at the chalice of pigeons,
And you were not, O son of Umayr, disappointing.
وأَيَّمتَ مِنّا الَّتي لَم تَلِد
كيتمِ بَنيك وَكُنتَ الخَليلا
And which day of ours that did not give birth,
Did you orphan your children, and you were the friend.
وَكُنتَ لَنا جَبلاً مَعقِلاً
وَعِندَ المَقامَة بُرداً جَميلاً
And you were for us a impregnable mountain,
And at the station, a beautiful coldness.
وَتفدي بِمالِكَ أَموالَنا
فَلا يَحسَبُ الناسُ فينا بَخيلا
And you ransom with your money our monies,
So people do not consider us miserly.