ذَكَرتُ عُبَيدَ اللَهِ وَالتُربُ دونَهُ

فَلَم تَملِكِ العَينانِ إِلّا بُكاهُما

I remembered Ubaydullah while dust covers him

My eyes could only do nothing but weep

وَحاشاهُ مِن قَولٍ سَقى الغَيثُ قَبرَهُ

يَداهُ تُسَقّي قَبرَهُ مِن نَداهُما

Far from me to say the rain quenched his grave

His own generosity still waters his grave