أَيُّ صَفاةٍ لا يُرى دَهرَها

يُجيدُ في مُدَّتِهِ نَحتَها

What polished rocks unseen for ages

Were carved by slow endeavor through the ages

كانوا زَماناً فَوقَ غَبرائِهِم

ثُمَّ اِستَحالوا فَغَدَوا تَحتَها

Once high above the dust that hid them all

Now under earth has claimed them in its thrall

أَودَعَهُم رَبُّهُم سِرَّها

مِن بَعدِ ما أَطعَمَهُم سُحَتها

Their Maker laid them in earth's secret places

When they had served as food to feed death's faces