وَكَأَنَّ مَن دَفَنَتهُ أَيدٍ في الثَرى
لَم يُغنِ حُبّاً حَينَ يَرجِعُ دافِنُه
As if the one his hands buried in the dust
Had loved no more when back his burier came
خَسَدٌ سَيَخرَبُ حينَ تَخرُجُ روحُهُ
كَالبيتِ يَخرَبُ حينَ يَخرُجُ ساكِنُه
In ruin falls what envy built in trust
Like a house when gone is he who in it came
