بَكيتُ حَتَّى لم أَدَعْ عَبرَةً

إِذْ حَملوا الهودَجَ فَوقَ القَلوصْ

I wept until no tears remained

When they carried the bridal litter atop the camel mounts

بُكاءَ يَعقوبٍ على يُوسُفٍ

حَتَّى شَفَى غُلَّتَهُ بالقَميصْ

The weeping of Jacob for Joseph

Until it was cured by the shirt

لا تأسَفِ الدَّهرَ عَلى ما مَضَى

والقَ الذي ما دونَهُ مِنْ مَحيصْ

Do not lament what has passed

And meet that which has no escape

قد يُدْركُ المُبطئُ مِنْ حَظِّهِ

وَالخيرُ قَدْ يَسبقُ جُهْدَ الحريصْ

The slow may yet attain their share

And the seeking of good precedes the zealous