سَقى جَدَثاً أَكنافُ غَمرَةَ دونَهُ

مِنَ الغَيثِ ديماتُ الرَبيعِ وَوابِلُه

The fringes of thick clouds watered a grave beneath them

With the rain showers of spring and its pouring clouds

أُعيرُهُمُ سَمعي إِذا ذُكِرَ الأَسى

وَفي القَلبِ مِنهُ زَفرَةٌ ما تُزايِلُه

I turn a deaf ear when grief is recalled

While my heart sighs with grief that does not abandon it

وَكُنتُ أُعيرُ الدَمعَ قَبلَكَ مَن بَكى

فَأَنتَ عَلى مَن ماتَ بَعدَكَ شاغِلُه

I used to fault whoever wept before you

But you now preoccupy whoever died after you