كَم ضَمت الترباء خَلقاً قَبلَنا

مِن آخر يَقفو سَبيل الأَول

How many righteous souls has the earth embraced before us,

From the last one who treads the path of the first.

حَتّى كَأن أَديمها مِما حَوَت

حَبات أَفئِدة المُلوك العدّل

It seems as if its surface is made up,

Of the particles of the hearts of just kings.