رَيحانَةُ الإِفضال عاجلها الرَدى

وَلِفَقدِها مَس الزَمان زُكامُ

The basil of kindness, time's ailment afflicted it,

And for its loss, time caught a cold.

ما كانَت الأَيّام إِلّا مُقلة

وَلها اِبن فَرفور ضياً وَمَنامُ

The days were naught but fickle,

With the son of Farfur as a shining light and refuge.

حَيتهُ أَرواح الرضى مِن رَبِهِ

وَهمى عَلَيهِ مِن الهبات غَمام

His life breathed the spirits of contentment from his Lord,

And clouds of gifts poured down on him.