فَلا زالَ قَبرٌ بَينَ بُثنى وَجِلَّقٍ

عَلَيهِ مِنَ الوَسمِيِّ جَودٌ وَوابِلُ

The grave still lies between Buṯnā and Jilqāq

Upon it the generous clouds pour down their rain

وَأَنبَتَ حَوذاناً وَعَوفاً مُنَوِّراً

سَأُتبِعُهُ مِن خَيرِ ما أَنا قائِلُ

It has grown all around with bright flowers

I will follow it with the best words I can attain

بَكى حارِثُ الجَولانِ مِن هُلكِ رَبِّهِ

فَحَورانُ مِنهُ خاشِعٌ مُتَضائِلُ

Ḥāriṯ of Jawlān wept for the loss of his lord

So Ḥawrān’s mountains are humbled and frail

وَما كانَ بَيني لَو لَقيتُكَ سالِماً

وَبَينَ الغِنى إِلّا لَيالٍ قَلائِلُ

If I had met you unharmed, between us

And wealth would have been only a few nights’ tale