إِن طابَ خَيمُكَ في الدُنيا فَلا تَخِمِ

وَلا تَضَنَّ بِمَقتولٍ عَلى الرَخَمِ

If your tent is pitched well in this life, do not fret

And do not be stingy towards the slain atop the sands

فَالجِسمُ إِن زايَلَتهُ الروحُ صارَ لَقىً

كَلّاً عَلى القَومِ ما فيهِ مِنَ الضَخَمِ

For the body, once the soul has left it, becomes but carrion

A burden upon the people due to its mass