ما حالَ مَن سَكَنَ الثَرى ما حالُهُ

أَمسى وَقَد قُطِعَت هُناكَ حِبالُهُ

What is the state of one who dwells in the earth? What is his state?

He spent the evening when over there his ropes were cut

أَمسى وَلا رَوحُ الحَياةِ تُصيبُهُ

يَوماً وَلا لُطفُ الحَبيبِ يَنالُهُ

He spent the evening when neither the spirit of life strikes him

Nor does the kindness of a loved one reach him

أَمسى وَحيداً موحِشاً مُتَفَرِّداً

مُتَشَتِّتاً بَعدَ الجَميعِ عِيالُهُ

He spent the evening lonely, dreary, isolated

Scattered after everyone were his dependents

أَمسى وَقَد دَرَسَت مَحاسِنُ وَجهِهِ

وَتَفَرَّقَت في قَبرِهِ أَوصالُهُ

He spent the evening when the beauty of his face was erased

And his limbs in his grave scattered