شَقِيْقُكَ غيب في لَحْدِهِ

وتُشْرِقُ يا بَدْرُ مِنْ بَعْدِهِ

Your twin sleeps in the grave

Yet you shine, O moon, and rise thereafter

فَهَلاَّ خَسَفْتَ وكان الخُسُوْفُ

حِداداً لَبِسْتَ على فَقْدِهِ

Why not darken and let the eclipse be

Mourning clothes you don for the loss of him