لَو أَنَّ المَنايا حدنَ عَن ذي مَهابَةٍ

اَهبنَ حُضيراً يَومَ أَغلَقَ واقما

If death had spared the valiant man

Who went out one fateful day

أَطافَ بِهِ حَتّى إِذا اللَيلُ جَنَّهُ

تَبوأَ مِنهُ مَنزِلاً مُتَناعِما

It circled him until night descended

And settled in a cozy place

وَأَودَينَ بِالرِحالِ عُروَةَ قَبلَهُ

وَأَهلَكنَ صَيّادَ الفَوارِسِ هاشِما

With his belongings in his saddlebags

It destroyed the hunter of noble Hashim

وَهَوَّنَ وَجدي أَنَّني لَم أَكُن لَهُ

كَطَيرِ الشِمالِ يَنتف الريشَ حاتما

And made my grief easier since I was not

Like a northern bird plucking out feathers miserably