سَلامٌ عَلى أَهلِ القُبورِ الدَوارِسِ

كَأَنَّهُمُ لَم يَجلِسوا في المَجالِسِ

Greetings to the dwellers of the whirling graves

As if they never sat in gatherings

وَلَم يَبلُغوا مِن بارِدِ الماءِ لَذَّةً

وَلَم يَطعَموا ما بَينَ رَطبٍ وَيابِسِ

And never tasted the pleasure of cool water

Nor eaten what is between fresh and dry

وَلَم يَكُ مِهُم في الحَياةِ مُنافِسٌ

طَويلُ المُنى فيها كَثيرُ الوَساوِسِ

And they had no rival in life

With prolonged wishes and abundant worries

لَقَد صِرتُمُ في غايَةِ المَوتِ وَالبِلى

وَأَنتُم بِها ما بَينَ راجٍ وَآيِسِ

You have reached the utmost death and decay

While among it, between hopeful and desperate

فَلَو عَلِمَ العِلمَ المُنافِسُ في الَّذي

تَرَكتُم مِنَ الدُنيا لَهُ لَم يُنافَسِ

If the competitive learned what you left

Of this world for him, he would not have competed