قُل لِأَهلِ القُبورِ كَيفَ وَجَدتُم

طَعمَ مُرِّ البِلى وَثِقلَ التُرابِ

Say to the people of the graves, how did you find

The bitter taste of decay and the heaviness of dust?

في بُيوتٍ سُقوفُها اللَبنُ فيها

أَسكَنَ المَوتُ جَوفَها أَحبابي

In houses whose roofs were of clay,

Death dwelled in their insides, my loved ones.

وَأَتاها البِلى فَمَرَّ عَلَيها

فَأَبَت أَن تَسيغَ رَدَّ الجَوابِ

And decay came upon them, passing over them,

So they refused to respond pleasantly.

أَكَلَ الدودُ مِن وُجوهٍ حِسانٍ

لَم تَزَل في غَضارَةٍ وَشَبابِ

The worms ate from beautiful faces

That did not cease to be blooming and youthful.

بَدَّدَ المَوتُ شَملَهُم فَتَنادَوا

بِنَزالٍ إِلى بُيوتٍ خَرابِ

Death scattered their gathering, so they called out

To dwellings reduced to ruins.

فَلَهُ الحَمدُ إِذ قَضاهُ عَلَينا

مُنزِلِ القَطرِ مِن مُتونِ السَحابِ

So to Him is praise, when He decreed upon us

The Sender down of rain from the clouds' undersides.