لَقَد رُزِئَت حَزماً وَحِلماً وَنائِلاً

تَميمُ بنُ مُرٍّ يَومَ ماتَ وَكيعُ

Indeed, Tamim bin Murr's patience and forbearance were mocked

The day Waqi' died though he was no weakling

وَما كانَ وَقّافاً وَكيعٌ إِذا بَدَت

نَجائِبُ مَوتٍ وَبلُهُنَّ نَجيعُ

And Waqi' was never one to waver when

The pangs of death appeared and fate was sealed

إِذا اِلتَقَتِ الأَبطالُ أَبصَرتَ وَجهَهُ

مُضيئاً وَأَعناقُ الكُماةِ خُضوعُ

When heroes clashed his face you'd see shine bright

While coward necks in lowly bows were peeled

فَصَبراً تَميمٌ إِنَّما المَوتُ مَنهَلٌ

يَصيرُ إِلَيهِ صابِرٌ وَجَزوعُ

So patience, Tamim, death's but a fount we drink

Whether calm or weeping when our time's repealed