لِلمَوتِ أَبناءٌ بِهِم

لِلمَوتِ أَبناءٌ بِهِم

ما شِئتَ مِن صَلَفٍ وَتيهِ

ما شِئتَ مِن صَلَفٍ وَتيهِ

Death has sons, among whom is

all the arrogance and vainglory you could wish.

وَكَأَنَّني بِالمَوتِ قَد

وَكَأَنَّني بِالمَوتِ قَد

دارَت رَحاهُ عَلى بَنيهِ

دارَت رَحاهُ عَلى بَنيهِ

And it is as though I see Death—already

his millstone has turned upon his sons.