قامَت تَشَكّى إِلَيَّ المَوتَ مُجهِشَةً

وَقَد حَمَلتُكِ سَبعاً بَعدَ سَبعينا

She arose complaining, and to me death seemed near,

After seventy years bearing you as a heavy load.

فَإِن تُزادي ثَلاثاً تَبلُغي أَمَلاً

وَفي الثَلاثِ وَفاءِ لِلثَمانينا

If three more are added, you will reach a hope,

And in those three is loyalty to the eighty.