طالَ لَيلى فَبِتُ أُسقى المُداما

إِذ أَتاني البَريدُ يَنعى هِشاما

The night of Leila was long, so I passed it drinking wine,

When the postman came to tell me of Hisham's death.

وَأَتاني بِحُلَّةٍ وَقَضيبٍ

وَأِتاني بِخاتَمِ ثُمَّ قاما

He brought me Hisham's robe, staff,

And ring, then left.

فَجَعَلتُ الوُلِيَّ مِن بَعدِ فَقدي

أَفضَلَ الناسِ ناشِئاً وَغُلاما

After this loss, I now see my friend

As the best of people, whether new or old,

ذاكُمُ اِبني وَذاكَ قَرمُ قُرَيشٍ

خَيرُ خَلفٍ وَخَيرُهُم قُدّاما

That was my son, the Quraishi nobleman,

The finest descendant, and their finest ancestor.