وَيَوم اللَوى ابكاك نوح حَمامَة

هُتوف الضُحى بِالنوحِ ظلت تفجَع

On the day of parting, the dove wept like Noah,

The morning coos with weeping lingered,

فَقُلت اتَبكي ذاتَ طوق تذكرت

هَديلا وَقَد اودى وَما كانَ تُبع

I said, do you weep for one with a collar, remembering,

Hudhail, after he passed away though he was not followed,

وَأَدري وَلا أَبكي وَتَبكي وَما دَرَت

بِعَولَتِها غير البُكى كَيفَ تصنَع

And I know why you don’t weep and you weep,

A widow cannot do but weep, what else can she do,

وَلم تَر ما تَبكي وَاِترُك ما ارى

وَتَحفَظ ما تَبكي لَهُ وَأَضيّع

You did not see why you weep, leave what I see,

And guard what you weep for, while I waste away.