قُلْتُ وَقَدْ أُبْرِزَتْ بِنَعْشٍ

فَوْقَ رِقَابِ الأَنامِ تَمْشِي

I said, as they carried forth a bier

Above the people's heads passing by:

مِنَ البُدُورِ التَّمامِ كانَتْ

فَلِمْ غَدَتْ مِنْ بَناتِ نَعْشِ

"She was perfection absolute," but why

Is she now on that homeward, sombre bier?