سَقى اللَهُ قَبراً يا سَعيدُ تَضَمَّنَت

نَواحيهِ أَكفاناً عَلَيكَ ثِيابُها

O Sa'eed, may God water a grave that contains

On its sides shrouds over you, their clothes,

وَحُفرَةُ بَيتٍ أَنتَ فيها مُوَسَّدٌ

وَقَد سُدَّ مِن دونِ العَوائِدِ بابُها

And a dug out home where you lie cushioned

With its door shut against all return.

لَقَد ضَمِنَت أَرضٌ بِإِصطَخرَ مَيِّتاً

كَريماً إِذا الأَنواءُ خَفَّ سَحابُها

A land at As'ikhr has held a noble corpse

When the clouds pour down their burdens.

شَديداً عَلى الأَدنَينَ مِنكَ إِذا اِحتَوى

عَلَيكَ مِنَ التُربِ الهَيامِ حِجابُها

Mighty over the lowly near you when the sands

Of the waste enshroud you in their veil.

لِتَبكِ سَعيداً مُرضِعٌ أُمُّ خَمسَةٍ

يَتامى وَمِن صِرفِ القَراحِ شَرابُها

To weep for you, Sa'eed, a nursing mother

Of five orphans, her only drink their tears,

إِذا ذَكَرَت عَيني سَعيداً تَحَدَّرَت

عَلى عَبَراتٍ يَستَهِلُّ اِنسِكابُها

When my eyes remember Sa'eed they brim over

With streaming tears they begin to pour.