وليس نسيم المسك ريح حنوطه

ولكنه ذاك الثناء المخلفُ

It is not the fragrance of musk that is the wind of his balsam,

But rather it is that lingering praise left behind.

وليس صرير النعش ما تسمعونه

ولكنه أصلاب قوم تقصَّفُ

It is not the rattling of the bier that you hear,

But rather the backs of a people bending down.