لَعَمري لَئِن أَصبَحتَ فَوقَ مُشَذَّبٍ

طَويلٍ تُعَفّيكَ الرِياحُ مَعَ القَطرِ

By my life! If you are above a towering,

Long grave, winds blowing on you with rain,

لَقَد عِشتَ مَبسوطَ اليَدَينِ مُبَرِّزاً

وَعوفيتَ عِندَ المَوتِ مِن ضَغطَةِ القَبرِ

You lived with open hands, prominent,

And avoided in death the squeeze of the grave.

وَأَفلَتَّ مِن ضيقِ التُرابِ وَغَمِّهِ

وَلَم تَفقُدِ الدُنيا فَهَل لَكَ مِن شُكرِ

You escaped from the earth's narrowness and gloom

And did not lose the world, so do you have any gratitude?

فَما تَشتَفي عَينايَ مِن دائِمِ البُكى

عَلَيكَ وَلَو أَنّي بَكَيتُ إِلى الحَشرِ

My eyes will never have their fill of constant weeping

For you, even if I wept until the Resurrection.

فَطوبى لِمَن يَبكي أَخاهُ مُجاهِراً

وَلَكِنَّني أَبكي لِفَقدِكَ في سِرّي

Blessed is he who weeps for his brother openly,

But I weep for your loss in secret.