وتَنفِرُ مِن عَمروٍ بِبَيداءَ ناقَتي

وَما كانَ ساري اللَّيلِ يَنفِرُ عن عَمرِو

My two she-camels take fright at the mere mention of Amro in the desert,

Though the one who travels by night has no cause to take fright at Amro.

لقَد حَبَّبت عِندِي الحَياةَ حَياتُهُ

وحُبِّبَ سُكنى القَبرِ مُذ صارَ في القَبر

He made life seem sweet to me, such was his life,

And since he went to the grave, I have loved the stillness of the grave.