مَرَرتُ يَوماً حَجرَةَ القُبور

وَنسوَةٌ يَدعون بِالثبور

I passed one day the chamber of the tombs

And women calling out in lamentation

فَقُلتُ قَولا غَير قَول زور

أَهوَن زوّار عَلى مَزُور

So I spoke words that were no fabricated tale

"Are you the least burdensome visitors to the buried?

أَنتُنّ تَبكين عَلى مَقبور

فَقُلنَ نَبكي لِخراب الدّور

You weep over one entombed

But they said "We cry for the ruin of homes

ولانتِشارِ أَمرِنا المَنشور

وَهِجرَةٍ طالَت عَلى مَهجور

And for the scattering of an order made public

And an exile prolonged over abandoned lands

وَزَورَةٍ حانَت عَلى مَزور

كَذاكَ فينا عادَة الدّهور

And falsehood that has come upon one buried

Thus is our way throughout the ages"