خَلفَ المَدائِح بَعدَكَ التَأبينُ

عَن أَيِّ حادِثَةٍ يُعَزّى الدينُ

After your praise, elegy followed

For what misfortune can religion be consoled?

ما كانَ في الدُنيا كَيَومِكَ مَشهَدٌ

بَهَرَ العُقولَ وَلا نَراهُ يَكونُ

Nothing in life was like your day

It dazzled minds, and we see it will not be again

لَم يَبقَ مَحذوراً فَكُلُّ مُصيبَةٍ

جَلَلٌ لَدَيهِ وَكُلُّ خَطبٍ دونُ

No danger remained, so every misfortune

Is insignificant to it, and every calamity seems minor

هَب لِلهُدى مِن بَعدِ فَقدِكَ سَلوَة

فَحِراكَهُ مُذ غِبتَ عَنهُ سُكونُ

Guidance lost its serenity after your absence

Its movement has been stillness since you were gone

أَبقى نَعِيُّكَ في القَبائِلِ لَوعَةً

فيها لِمُنسَرِبِ الدُموعِ مَعينُ

Does the news of your death still cause anguish among the tribes?

In it the tearful have a spring

أَرَبيعَةَ الفُرسَ اِستَجَدّى نَجدَةً

فَسُهولُ عِزِّكِ بِالمُصابِ حُزُنُ

The four quadrants sought aid from Najd

For the plains of your glory are saddened by the affliction

كُن كَأَنتَ أَسىً وَلكِن بِالحجى

يَتَفاضَلُ المَحزونُ وَالمَحزونُ

Be as you are, sorrowful, but with composure

The grieved differ from the grieving

وَلى بِسَيفِ الدَولَةِ العِزُّ الَّذي

كانَت عَلَيهِ مِنَ الخُطوبِ تَهونُ

The glory that diminished misfortunes

With the sword of the state, passed away