عاقِبَةُ المَيِّتِ مَحمودَةٌ

إِذا كَفى اللَهُ أَليمَ العِقاب

The end of the deceased is praiseworthy

When Allah spares the agony of punishment

لَيسَ عَذابُ اللَهِ مَن خانَهُ

كَالقَطعِ لِلأَيدي وَضَربِ الرِقاب

The punishment of Allah is not like that for the betrayer

Like cutting off hands and striking necks

لَكِنَّهُ مُتَّصِلٌ فَاِحتَقِب

ما شِئتَ لا يوضَعُ كَوَضعِ الحِقاب

Rather it is continuous so beware

Whatever you wish will not be put down like a burden

وَنارُهُ لا تُشبِهُ النارَ في

إِفنائِها ما أُطعِمَت مِن ثِقاب

And His fire is not like the fires

That consume what they are fed with fuel

كَم عَمَلٍ أَهمَلُهُ عامِلٌ

يَحفَظُهُ خالِقُنا بِاِرتِقاب

How many deeds have been neglected by a worker

Our Creator preserves them in waiting

وَإِنَّما غودِرَ في مُدَّني

كَقابِ قَوسٍ مُدَّ أَو بَعضِ قاب

Indeed I sank in my fortresses

Like an archer's bow stretched or part of a bow

لَيتي هَباءٌ في قَناتَي لَأيً

أَو قَطرَةُ بَينَ جَناحَي عُقاب

I wish I were vapor in my bones

Or a raindrop between an eagle's wings

أَو كُنتُ كُدرِيّاً أَخا قَفرَةٍ

مَشرَبُهُ مِن آجِناتِ الوِقاب

Or that I were a muddy brother to a barren land

Whose drink is from the ooze of marshes

دُنياكَ وَرهاءُ لَها شارَةٌ

وَقُبحُها يُستَرُ تَحتَ النِقاب

Your world is an illusion that has a tip

And its ugliness is hidden beneath the veil

يا ناقَةً في ضَرعِها قاتِلٌ

تُعِلُّهُ مُرتَضِعاتُ السِقاب

O she-camel with a killer in her udder

Suckled by the young of lizards

هَل وَأَلَت مُغفِرَةٌ بِالذُرى

أَو أُفعُوانٌ ساكِنٌ بِالشَقاب

Has forgiveness descended on the grains of sand

Or are snakes dwelling on the steep slopes?

آهٍ لِضَعفي كَيفَ بي هابِطاً

في الوادِ أَو مُرتَقِياً في العِقاب

Alas for my weakness whether descending

Into the valley or climbing the steep cliffs