يقول صحابي قد أطلت وقوفنا

على الدار مسلوب الأسى والتماسك

A companion said, we have stood long

At the abode, bereft of intimacy and composure

أفي كل دار قد عفت أنت واقف

تروي ثراها بالدموع السوافك

Do you stop at every house

Watering its soil with pouring tears?

كأنك في رسم الديار متمم

وفيما عفا من ربعها قبر مالك

As if you were completing its structure

And in what survived of its quarters lied your beloved

فقلت نعم هذي ديار عهدتها

بها معشري مثل النجوم الشوابك

So I said, yes this is an abode I knew well

Where my friends dwelled like clustered stars

أصابهم ريب الزمان فأصبحت

فقارا وهم ما بين ناء وهالك

But time's adversity befell them and it became

Desolate while they were lost between survival and demise