قَدْ بَانَ إِسْكَنْدَرْ وَأبْقَى

آلَ القَصِيري فِي انْتِحابْ

Alexander has vanished yet the

Clan of Qusairi outlasts in renown

كَانَ لَبِيباً حرَّ السَّجَايَا

حُلْوَ الْمَعَانِي فِي غَيْرِ عَابْ

Wise was he, sharp of mind

Sweet of meaning though flawless in rhyme

يَا أَسَفَاً أَنَّه تَوَلَّى

رَيَّانَ عُودٍ غَضَّ الإِهَابْ

Oh what a pity he’s gone

A fresh sprig now withered and waned

لَكِنْ إِلى أَنْ أَرَّخُوهُ

أَوْ قَضَى فِي زَهْرَةِ الشَّبَابْ

But till the day I date his death

Or he meets his end in youth’s bloom