بِروحيَ الخالُ في ياقوتِ وَجنَتِهِ

وَرِثتُ مِنهُ الضّنا فَرضاً بِلا عَبَثِ

With my spirit the mole on his cheek of ruby and garden

I inherited from him sorrow as my destined share

وَبَعدَ مَوتي بِهِ أَورَثتُهُ خلدي

وَالخالُ في الشّرعِ لَم يورَث وَلَم يَرِثِ

And after my death with it I bequeath him my eternity

While the mole, by religious law, inherits not, nor is inherited