نَعيٌّ زادَ فيه الدَهرُ ميما

فأَصبَحَ بَعدَ بُؤساهُ نَعيما

A eulogy in which fate increased sorrow

So that after its misery it became bliss

وَما صَدَقَ النَذيرُ بِهِ لِأَنّي

رَأَيتُ الشَمسَ تَطلُعُ وَالنُجوما

And the warner was not truthful about it because

I saw the sun rise and the stars