مات المبرد وانقضت ايامه

وليذهبن مع المبرد ثعلب

The Mubrid has died, his days have passed

And let Tha'lab go along with Al-Mubrid

بيت من الآداب اصبح نصفه

خرباً وباقي النصف منه سيخرب

A house of literature has become half

Ruined, and the other half will be ruined

فابكوا لما سلب الزمان ووطنوا

للدهر انفسكم على ما يسلب

So weep for what time has taken away and blame

Yourselves for what it takes away

غاب المبرد حيث لا ترجونه

أبدا ومن ترجونه فمغيب

Al-Mubrid is gone where you do not hope for him

Ever, and he whom you hope for is gone

شملتكم ايدي الردى بمصيبة

وتوعدت بمصيبة تترقب

The hands of misery have encompassed you all with a calamity

And threatened you with a calamity that is expected

فتزودوا من ثعلب فبكأس ما

شرب المبرد عن قليل يشرب

So take provision from Tha'lab, for with a cup of what

Al-Mubrid drank, before long he will drink

واستحلبوا الفاظه فكأنكم

بسريره وعليه جمع ينحب

And milk his words, as if you are

At his deathbed, and a group is weeping over him

وارى لكم ان تكتبوا انفاسه

ان كانت الانفاس مما تكتب

And I see for you to write down his breaths

If breaths are among what can be written

فليلحقن بمن مضى متخلف

من بعده ولذهبن ونذهب

So let those who lag behind after him catch up with him

And let them go, and we will go