كنتَ السَّواد لِمُقلَتي

فَبَكى عَليك الناظِرُ

You were the blackness of my eyelids

So the onlooker cried over you

مَن شاءَ بَعدَك فَليَمُت

فَعَلَيك كُنت أُحاذِرُ

Whoever wants after you, let him die

For you I was being cautious