إِنَّ الَّذي أَبقَيتَ مِن جَسمِهِ

يا مُتلِفَ الصَبِّ وَلَم يَشعُرِ

The remnants of his body which you left,

O destroyer of youth, without his notice,

صبابَةً لَو أَنَّها دَمعَةٌ

تَجولُ في جَفنِكَ لَم تَقطُرِ

If it were a teardrop meandering

In your eyelids, it would not drip.