ثَكِلتِ دُرَيداً إِن أَتَت لَكِ شَتوَةٌ

سِوى هَذِهِ حَتّى تَدورَ الدَوائِرُ

May my mother lose me if another winter comes

Except this one, until the cycles are completed,

وَشَيَّبَ رَأسي قَبلَ حينِ مَشيبِهِ

بُكاؤُكِ عَبدَ اللَهِ وَالقَلبُ طائِرُ

And my hair turned gray before its time

From your crying, O Abdullah, with a fluttering heart,

إِذا أَنا حاذَرتُ المَنِيَّةَ بَعدَهُ

فَلا وَأَلَت نَفسٌ عَلَيها أُحاذِرُ

If I were to avoid death after it,

I swear no soul can avoid it.