رَآهُ طَرفي عَلى طرفٍ يمرّ بهِ

فَشنَّ غارةَ دمعٍ منهُ مُنسفكِ

My eyes caught a glimpse of him passing by

So it unleashed a shower of flowing tears

مرّت سَوابقهُ في إثرِ عِثيرهِ

مرّ السحابِ دوينَ البدرِ في الفلكِ

His virtues have passed in the wake of his glory

The moon passes fleetingly across the celestial sphere

مُقلّداً بِحسامٍ غيرِ ناظرهِ

أَما كفاهُ حسامُ الناظرِ الحلكِ

Girded with a sword, his gaze not on me

Has not the gaze's sword been enough for me?

سَيفانِ كلٌّ صقيلٌ حدُّ صارمهِ

هَذا لِغَيري وَذا يا مُهجتي فلكِ

Two polished blades, each with a cutting edge

One for another, the other, my heart, for you to ravage