لا سُقِيَت أَطلالُكَ الداثِرَه

وَلا اِنقَضَت عَثرَتُكَ العاثِرَه

Your ruined dwellings were left unwatered,

Nor were your stumbling ruins reconstructed,

ما حُفرَةٌ واراكَ مَلحودُها

بِنَزرَةِ الرِجسِ وَلا طاهِرَه

No pit awaits you, however deep it may be dug,

Defiled by filth, nor is it pure,

ما قَبِلَت شِركَكَ يَوماً وَلا

كُفرَكَ إِلّا أَنَّها كافِرَه

Never did it accept your polytheism, except that it was an infidel,

It turned away from stinginess, however much it was hated and rejected,

كَرَّت عَلى البُخلِ بِما ساءَهُ

وَناءَهُ كَرَّتُكَ الخاسِرَه

You have kept the eye of ignominy awake ever since

Your clothes wrapped you during your sleepless nights,

أَسهَرتَ عَينَ اللُؤمِ مُنذُ اِنطَوَت

عَلَيكَ أَثوابُكَ بِالساهِرَه

Who else’s poetry will launch raids,

After you, or the likes of you who set forth?

فيمَن يَشُنُّ الشِعرُ غاراتِهِ

بَعدَكَ أَو أَمثالَهُ السائِرَه

The world would have quenched my burning thirst for you,

But you chose the hereafter,

قَد كانَتِ الدُنيا شَفَت لَوعَتي

مِنكَ وَلَكِن عُذتَ بِالآخِرَه

O lion of death, you escaped it,

From between the jaws of the frustrated lion,

يا أَسَدَ المَوتِ تَخَلَّصتَهُ

مِن بَينِ لِحيَي أَسَدِ القاصِرَه

Misfortune protected you from its like,

A destitute woman saved you from destitution.

أَجارَكَ المَكروهُ مِن مِثلِهِ

فاقِرَةٌ نَجَّتكَ مِن فاقِرَه