تقف النساء بقبرها يبكين مِنْ

حُرَقٍ وَمِنْ حَزَنٍ وَمِنْ أشواق

The women stand at her grave weeping

From burning, from sorrow, from yearning

وَيظلْن يَلْطمنَ الخدودَ تأسفاً

يبكين تلك بمدمعٍ مهراقِ

And they continue slapping their cheeks in regret

Those weep with tears pouring down

ويقلن ماتت مِنْيبٌ فلَطالما

حصلت قديم بجملة الأرزاق

And they say Minayib died so for long

She had acquired the sum of fortunes

يا أم حنكاسٍ ذهبت كريمةً

محمودة الأفعَال والأخلاق

O mother of Hankas, you left generously

Of praised deeds and morals

قد قدت حتى الشمس في أبراجها

وسَرِقتِ حتّى متعة السراق

You led even the sun in its mansions

And stole even the joy of the thief

لم يخل بَيْتُك مُذْ نصبت جدارَه

للّمز من ساق ورفع ساق

Your house has not been devoid, since its wall was erected

Of hosting a visitor, lifting a jug