لَئِن كنتَ مَلهىً لِلعُيونِ وَقُرّة

لَقَد صِرتَ حُزناً لِلقُلوبِ الصحائح

If you were delight for eyes and joy

You have become sorrow for sincere hearts

وَهَوّن وَجدي أَنّ يَومك مُدرِكي

وَأَنّي غَدا من أَهل تِلكَ الضَّرائِح

My passion is less knowing your day will reach me

And tomorrow I'll be of the people of those graves