قَد كُنتُ أَبكي عَلى مَن فاتَ مِن سَلَفي

وَأَهلُ وُدِّي جَميعاً غَيرُ أَشتاتِ

I used to cry over those of my ancestors who passed away

And all my loved ones who are now scattered

فَاليَومَ إِذ فَرَّقَت بَيني وَبَينَهُم

نَوىً بَكيتُ عَلى أَهلِ الموَدَّاتِ

But today when we were separated from each other

I cried for those of loving friendship

ماذا حَياةُ اِمرِئٍ أَضحَت مَنيتُهُ

مَقسومَةٌ بَينَ أَحياءٍ وَأَمواتِ

What is the life of a man whose fate

Is divided between the living and the dead