أَمِثلُ قِرواشٍ يَذوقُ الرَدى

يا صاحِ ما أَوقَحَ وَجهَ الحِمام

Like a sparrow sipping dew,

Friend, how shameless is the face of the dove!

حاشا لِذاكَ الوَجهِ أَن يَعرِف ال

بُؤسَ وَأَن يُحثى عَلَيهِ الرَغام

Far be it from that face to know misery

Or be pelted with pebbles.

وَلِلجَبِينِ الصَلتِ أَن يُسلَبَ البَه

جَةَ أَو يَعدَمَ حُسنَ الوَسام

Far be it from that graceful brow

To be stripped of its beauty and grace.

يا أَسَفَ الناسِ عَلى ماجِدٍ

ماتَ فَقالَ الناسُ ماتَ الكِرام

Alas, people lamented for the death of Majid,

Saying the noble has died.

غَيرُ بَعِيدٍ يا بَعِيدَ المَدى

وَلا ذَميمٍ يا وَفِيَّ الذِمام

Not far, O Far One,

Nor despicable, O Faithful Protector.

زُلتَ فَلا القَصرُ بِهِيُّ وَلا

بابُكَ مَعمُورٌ كَثِيرُ الزِحام

You stumbled, so neither is the palace joyful,

Nor is your gate thronged with crowds.

وَلا الخِيامُ البِيضُ مَنصُوبَةٌ

بُورِكتَ يا ناصِبَ تِلكَ الخِيام

Nor are the white tents pitched,

Blessed are you who pitched those tents.

قُبحاً لِدُنيا حَطَّمَت أَهلَها

وَآخَذَتهُم بِاكتِسابِ الحُطام

Evil upon a world that destroyed its people

And took them in gaining wreckage.

تَأخُذُ ما تُعطي فَما بِالُنا

نُكثِرُ فِيما لا يَدُومُ الخِصام

It takes what it gives, so why do we

Prolong conflict in what does not last?

يا قَبرَ قَرواشٍ سُقِيتَ الحَيا

وَلا تَعَدَّتكَ غَوادِي الرِهام

O Qarwash's grave, you were watered with life

And no floods of destruction swept over you.

قَضى وَلَم أَقضِ عَلى إِثرِهِ

إِنّي لِمَن مَعرُوفِهِ ذُو احتِشام

He passed and I have not passed in his wake,

For I am modest towards those I owe gratitude.

أَقُولُ شِعراً وَالجَوى شاغِلِي

يا عَجَباً كَيفَ اِستَقامَ الكَلام

I recite poetry while love preoccupies me,

How strange that the words came out coherent.