أَبكي أَبا الحَزّازِ يَومَ مَقامَةٍ

لِمُناخِ أَضيافٍ وَمَأوى مُقتِرِ

I weep for Abu Al-Hazzaz on a day of standing

For the host of guests and shelter of the needy

وَالحَيِّ إِذ بَكَرَ الشِتاءُ عَلَيهِمُ

وَعَدَت شَآمِيَةٌ بِيَومٍ مُقمِرِ

When winter dawned early upon them

And a northerner returned on a bright day

وَتَقَنَّعَ الأَبرامُ في حُجُراتِهِم

وَتَجَزَّأَ الأَيسارُ كُلَّ مُشَهَّرِ

The destitute took shelter in their rooms

And all the generous were torn apart

أَلفَيتَ أَربَدَ يُستَضاءُ بِوَجهِهِ

كَالبَدرِ غَيرَ مُقَتِّرٍ مُستَأثِرِ

Would that you found Arbada, whose face lights up

Like an ever full moon that does not wane or gleam alone