وَرَبعِيٍّ نَحَرتُ عَلى ثَلاثٍ

لِحَمدِ ثَلاثَةٍ مِن بَعدِ حينِ

Amidst cares I slew for our three friends

In celebration, after some time had passed

فَراحوا حامِدينَ وَرُحنَ بُحّاً

فَلَ أَحفِل لِهَرُهَرَةِ الحَنينِ

They left, praising, and easing woes

So I heed not the prattle of pining