يا ناعِيَ المَوتِ وَالمَلحودُ في جَدَثٍ
عَلَيهِمِ مِن بَقايا خَزِّهِم خِرَقُ
O herald of death and of the one laid in a grave—
upon them hang tatters, remnants of their silk.
دَعهُم فَإِنَّ لَهُم يَوماً يُصاحُ بِهِم
فَهُم إِذا اِنتَبَهوا مِن نَومِهِم فُرُقُ
Leave them: a day awaits them when a cry will summon them;
then, waking from their sleep, they will be struck with terror,
حَتّى يَعودوا بِحالٍ غَيرِ حالِهِم
خَلقاً جَديداً كَما مِن قَبلِها خُلِقوا
until they return in a state unlike their former state—
a new creation, as once before they were created.
مِنهُم عُراةٌ وَمِنهُم في ثِيابِهِم
مِنها الجَديدُ وِمِنها المَنهَجُ الخَلَقُ
Some of them naked, and some of them in their garments—
some garments new, and some worn threadbare.
Sol 5.6