أُعَزّي يا مُحَمَّدُ عَنكَ نَفسي

مَعاذَ اللَهِ وَالمِنَنِ الجِسامِ

I console my own soul for your loss, O Muhammad,

I seek refuge in God and His immense bounties.

فَهَلّا ماتَ قَومٌ لَم يَموتوا

وَدوفِعَ عَنكَ لي أَجَلُ الحِمامِ

Why did not those people die who have yet to die,

So that the appointed time of death might be diverted from you?

كَأَنَّ الدَهرَ صادَفَ مِنكَ ثَأراً

أَوِ اِستَشفى بِهُلكِكَ مِن سَقام

It is as though Time found in you a vendetta to settle,

Or sought a cure for its own sickness through your destruction.