جَفْنُ المعارِفِ مِنْ فِراقِكَ سَافِحُ

والْعَذْبُ مِنْها بَعْدَ بُعْدِكَ مالِحُ

The eyelids of knowledge weep from your absence

And the sweet from it after your remoteness becomes salty

أَينَ الْعُلُومُ وكَيْفَ وَارَاها الثَّرىَ

وَغَدا عَلَيْها جَنْدَلٌ وصَفَائِحُ

Where is knowledge and how has the earth covered it

And ragged clothes and clear winds have come upon it

يا سَالِكاً سُبُلَ التَّواضُعِ خاشِعاً

وَجْهُ الزَّمانِ لِفَقْدِ وَجْهِك كالِحُ

O you who tread the paths of humility reverently

The face of time for your absence is faded