ولست أبالي حين أصبح جثةً

أأكرم أم أجفى أم الذئب لي خدن

And I do not care when I become a corpse

Whether I am honored or neglected or the wolf takes me as prey

وما قيل عني أو أعد لمأتمي

فلا نظرت عينٌ ولا سمعت أذن

And what is said about me or prepared for my funeral

For no eye has seen me and no ear has heard

وإن بت تحت الترب فالترب تحته

شعوبٌ وأمصارٌ وقد نُسي الحزن

And if I remain under the soil, even the soil underneath

Has peoples and cities that have forgotten grief

نفتش في الأعماق عنهم وطالما

تجلت لنا مدنٌ وفي طيها مدن

We search the depths for them and for long

Cities have appeared to us with cities concealed within

لعل الذي يأتي من الخلق بعدنا

سيسأل عنا من نكونُ ومن نحن

Perhaps those who come from creation after us

Will ask who we were and who we are