دَانَتْ بِهَجْر الدُّنى للّهِ وازْدَلَفَت

كَريمَة المُنتمَى مرْضِيّةَ القُرَبِ

She turned away from the vanities of this world, drawing near to God

A generous protector, pleasing in her kinship

قَوّامة الليلِ مَحْنِيا عَلى خَصَرٍ

صَوّامة اليَوْم مَطْوياً عَلى لَهَبِ

Staying up late at night, bent over her midsection

Fasting in the day, folded over the flame

تَبَايَنتْ واليَتامى هُنّ في رغَب

لِمَا تَعَوّدْنَ مِنها وَهي فِي رَهَبِ

The orphans differed with her while they were in need

Of what they were accustomed to receiving from her while she was in devotion

لَوْ أن آثَارها تُحصَى لَمَا كَتبَتْ

سِوى مَآثِرها الأقْلامُ في الكُتُبِ

If her traces were counted, nothing would be written

Except her brilliant deeds in books

نقُول في خطبها المُلقي طَلْعَتَهُ

إنّا بَكَيْناهُ بِالأشْعَارِ والخُطَبِ

We say in our speeches, the orator launched his debut

That we cried over him with poetry and sermons

فَلَوْ عَقَلْنَا عقَلنا عَنهُ ألسُننا

لكِنّها سُنَةٌ في شِرْعَة الأدبِ

If only our tongues were silent about him as our minds were

But this is the tradition in the etiquette of literature