وَذات شَجوٍ أَسالَ البينُ عَبرتَها

قامَت تُوَمِّلُ بالتَفنيدِ اِمساكي

With yearning grief, the distance shed its tears,

She stood leaning, grasping my restraint.

لَجَّت فَلَمّا رأَتني لا أُصيخُ لَها

بَكَت فَأَقرَح قَلبي جَفنُها الباكي

She turned to me, and when she saw I would not cry for her,

She wept, and her crying eyelids wounded my heart.

قالَت وَقَد رَأَت الأَجمالَ مُحدجةً

وَالبينُ قَد جمعَ المشكوَّ وَالشاكي

She said, having seen the camels' litters ready,

And the distance had gathered the sorrowful and the complainers:

مَن لي إِذا غبت في ذا العامِ قُلتُ لَها

اللَهُ وابنُ عبيدِاللَه مولاكِ

"Who do I have, when you are gone this year, I say to her:

God and the son of 'Ubaydallah are your Guardians."

لا تَجزَعي بانجاس الغَيث عنك فَقَد

سَأَلتُ نَوءَ الثريّا صوب مَغناكِ

"Do not grieve if the rain clouds turn away from you, for I have asked

The Pleiades to incline toward your resting place."