تُرَوِّعُنا الجَنائِزُ مُقبِلاتٍ

فَنَلهو حينَ تَذهَبُ مُدبِراتِ

The approaching funerals frighten us

So we frolic when they pass by

كَرَوعَةِ هَجمَةٍ لَمغارِ سَبعٍ

فَلَمّا غابَ عادَت رائِعاتِ

Like the fright of a sudden lion attack

But when it's gone we're carefree again