إنْ أكُنْ غيرَكُم نظَرْتُ بعَيْني

بعْدَكُمْ يا سَوادَ ذاكَ السّوادِ

If I were other than yours I looked with my eyes

After you, O blackness of that blackness

أنا واللهِ أجعَلُ الجَفْنَ منْها

حُبُساً دائِماً لسُكْنى السهادِ

I, by Allah, make of it

An everlasting prison for the abode of sleep