يا صاحِبَ الجَدَثِ الَّذي نَفَثَت بِهِ

فَاِستَرجَعَتهُ بِرُغمِنا الأَزمانُ

O dweller of the tomb that we lamented over,

Yet time against our will restored you.

نَبكيكَ لَو يُثنى بِأَدمُعِنا الرَدى

أَو يَرعَوي لِبُكائِنا الحِدثانُ

We would cry for you, if our tears could mend

The course of fate or make the seasons pause.

أُنزِلتَ أَقرَبَ مَنزِلٍ مِنّا فَلِم

بَعُدَ المَدى وَتَعَذَّرَ اللُقيانُ

You went to your place nearer than ours, so why

Does the distance seem so far and seeing you impossible?

لَولا هَجيرُ الدَمعِ بَلهَجُرُ الكَرى

دَفَنَتكَ في أَحشائِها الأَجفانُ

If not for the downpour of tears and the wakefulness of sorrow,

Eyelids would have buried you in their depths.