بِقَلبي عَلى جابِرٍ حَسرَةٌ

تَزولُ الجِبالُ وَلَيسَت تَزولُ

My heart pines for Jabir

Mountains may crumble, but this won't pass

لَهُ مابَقيتُ طَويلُ البُكاءِ

وَحُسنُ الثَناءِ وَهَذا قَليلُ

As long as I live, ceaseless my weeping

And though great my praises, it's but a little