إِنّي أَظُنُّ البِليَ لَو كانَ يَفهَمُهُ

صَدَّ البِلى عَن بَقايا وَجهِهِ الحَسَنِ

I think that if ruin understood him

Ruin would have spared the remains of his beautiful face

يا مَوتَهُ لَم تَدَع ظَرفاً وَلا أَدَباً

إِلّا حَكَمتَ بِهِ لِلَّحدِ وَالكَفَنِ

O his death! You left no elegance or refinement

That you did not decree to the grave and shroud

لِلَّهِ أَلحاظُهُ وَالمَوتُ يَكسِرُها

كَأَنَّ أَجفانَهُ سَكرى مِنَ الوَسَنِ

His glances belong to God and death shatters them

As if his eyelids were drunk with intimacy

يَرُدُّ أَنفاسَهُ كَرهاً وَتَعطِفُها

يَدُ المَنِيَّةِ عَطفَ الريحِ لِلغُصُنِ

It makes him reluctantly exhale his breath

The hand of death fondles it like the breeze does a branch

يا هَولَ ما أَبصَرَت عَيني وَما سَمِعَت

أُذني فَلا بَقِيَت عَيني وَلا أُذُني

O what horror my eyes have seen and my ears heard

So there remained neither my eyes nor my ears

لَم يَبقَ مِن بَدَني جُزءٌ عَلِمتُ بِهِ

إِلّا وَقَد حَلَّهُ جُزءٌ مِنَ الحَزَنِ

No part of my body remained that I knew

Except that a part of grief had dissolved it

كانَ اللَحاقُ بِهِ أَولى وَأَحسَنَ بي

مِن أَن أَعيشَ سَقيمَ الروحِ وَالبَدَنِ

Joining him was more fitting and better for me

Than to live with a languid soul and body