قَبرَ الغَريب سَقاكَ الرائِحُ الغادي

حَقّاً ظَفَرتَ بِأَشلاء ابن عَبّادِ

The breeze coming over watered your grave, O stranger!

Indeed, you attained the remains of Ibn Abbad.

بِالحِلمِ بالعِلمِ بِالنُعمى إِذِ اِتّصلَت

بِالخَصبِ إِن أَجدَبوا بالري لِلصادي

With wisdom, knowledge and prosperity when they were connected,

With fertility, though they suffered drought without rain for the sower,

بالطاعِن الضارِب الرامي إِذا اِقتَتَلوا

بِالمَوتِ أَحمَرَ بالضرغمِ العادي

With the critic, the striker, the archer when they fought,

With death, red with sorrow usual,

بالدَهر في نِقَم بِالبَحر في نِعَمٍ

بِالبَدرِ في ظُلمٍ بِالصَدرِ في النادي

With fate in vengeance, with the sea in blessings,

With the moon in darkness, with the chest in the companion.

نَعَم هُوَ الحَقُّ وَافاني بِهِ قَدَرٌ

مِنَ السَماءِ فَوافاني لِميعادِ

Yes, it is the truth, and destiny befell me with it

From the sky, so destiny befell me for the appointment.

وَلَم أَكُن قَبلَ ذاكَ النَعشِ أَعلَمُهُ

أَنَّ الجِبال تَهادى فَوقَ أَعوادِ

I did not know before that bier

That mountains would collapse over the poles.

كَفاكَ فارفُق بِما اِستودِعتَ مِن كَرَمٍ

رَوّاكَ كُلُّ قَطوب البَرق رَعّادِ

Enough for you, so be gentle with what you were entrusted with of generosity.

Every thunderbolt’s axis watered you.

يَبكي أَخاهُ الَّذي غَيَّبتَ وابِلَهُ

تَحتَ الصَفيحِ بِدَمعٍ رائِح غادي

Your brother, whom you hid, cries for you

With flowing tears under the metal sheet.

حَتّى يَجودَكَ دَمعُ الطَلّ مُنهَمِراً

مِن أَعيُن الزَهرِ لم تَبخَل بِإِسعادِ

Until the hanging tear sheds for you, flowing

From the eyes of flowers that did not begrudge happiness.

وَلا تَزالُ صَلاةُ اللَهِ دائِمَةً

عَلى دَفينكَ لا تُحصى بِتعدادِ

And the prayer of God for your burial remains ceaseless,

Beyond count in number.