ناحَت بَنو العَتقِيِّ غُصناً ناضِراً

أَجرى لِمَصرَعِهِ العُيونُ تَأسُّفا

The sons of Al-Atiqi lamented the loss of a flourishing branch,

Eyes shed tears of sorrow for his demise.

في الستِّ وَالعشرينَ حلَّ بِتُربةٍ

وَالنَفسُ أَدرَكَتِ النَعيمَ الأَشرَفا

On the twenty sixth he was laid to rest in the soil,

And his soul attained the most noble bliss.

وَلِذا كَتَبَتُ مُؤرِّخاً نَظمي بِها

إِن النَعيمَ صَفا لِسمَعانَ الصَّفا

Thus did I inscribe in my poetry as historian,

That pure bliss was destined for Samaan Al-Safa.