بِنَفسي ثَرىً ضاجَعتَ في بَيتِهِ البِلى
لَقَد ضَمَّ مِنكَ الغَيثَ وَاللَيثَ وَالبَدرا
My soul be ransom for dust beside which decay has lain, within his grave.
Indeed, what it has enfolded of you is the raincloud, the lion, and the full moon.
فَلَو أَنَّ حَيّاً كانَ قَبراً لِمَيِّتٍ
لَصَيَّرتُ أَحشائي لِأَعظُمِهِ قَبرا
If only a living man could be a grave for one who has died,
I would make my innermost parts a grave for his bones.
وَلَو أَنَّ عُمري كانَ طَوعَ إِرادَتي
وَساعَدَني المَقدورُ قاسَمتُكَ العُمرا
And if my lifetime were obedient to my will,
and fate aided me, I would share my span of life with you.
وَما خِلتُ قَبراً وَهوَ أَربَعُ أَذرُعٍ
يَضُمُّ ثِقالَ المُزنِ وَالطَود وَالبَحرا
Never did I imagine that a grave, though but four cubits,
could hold the heavy rainclouds, the towering mountain, and the sea.
Sol 5.6