كَأَنَّ المَنايا قَد قَرَعنَ صَفاتي

وَقَوَّسنَني حَتّى قَصَفنَ قَناتي

Death seems to have struck my qualities

And bent me until my channels were chipped

وَباشَرتُ أَطباقَ الثَرى وَتَوَجَّهَت

بِنَعيِي إِلى مَن غِبتُ عَنهُ نُعاتي

I turned to the layers of earth as my address

To the one I was absent from, my attributes

فَيا عَجَباً مِن طولِ سَهوي وَغَفلَتي

وَما هُوَ آتٍ لا مَحالَةَ آتِ

What a surprise from my long heedlessness and neglect

And what is coming inevitably comes

حُتوفُ المَنايا قاصِداتٌ لِمَن تَرى

مُوافينَ بِالرَوحاتِ وَالغَدَواتِ

The anklets of death are heading to the one you see

Accompanying the spirits morning and evening

وَكَم مِن عَظيمٍ شَأنُهُ لَم تَكُن لَهُ

بِمُهجَتِهِ الأَيامُ مُنتَظِراتِ

And how many great ones, their days

Did not wait for their brains

رَأَيتُ ذَوي قُرباهُ تَحثي أَكُفُّهُم

عَلَيهِ تُرابَ الأَرضِ مُبتَدِراتِ

I saw his close ones hastily scooping with their palms

The earth's soil over him competing

وَقامَت عَلَيهِ حُسَّرٌ مِن نِسائِهِ

يُنادينَ بِالوَيلاتِ مُحتَجِراتِ

And over him stood canopies of his women

Crying, wailing, confined