إلى اللهِ أشكُو رَوعَتي ورزِيَّتي

وحُرقَةَ أحشائي لفَقْدِ أبي بَكرِ

I complain to Allah of my anxiety and misery

And the burning in my intestines from missing my father Bakr

خَلا ناظِري مِنه وكان سوادَهُ

ولم يَخْلُ من حزني ووجدي به صَدْري

My eyes are empty of him and his image was their pupil

And my chest was never empty of sorrow and passion for him

خَشِيتُ عليه اليُتْمَ لكنَّ ثُكْلَهُ

ولوعَتَه لم يخطُرَا لي على فِكْرِ

I feared orphanhood for him but his bereavement and yearning

Never occurred to me in thought

فيا ليتَه لاقى الذي كنتُ أختَشي

عليه وأنّي دونَهُ صاحبُ القَبْرِ

If only he met what I used to fear for him

While I would be the companion of the grave

فما في حياتي بعدَهُ ليَ راحَةٌ

فيا طولَ حُزني إن تطاولَ بي عُمري

After him there is no comfort left in my life

Oh how long my grief will last if my lifetime is prolonged

ولم تُسْلِني الأيَّامُ عنهُ وإنَّما

سُلُوِّي بما أرجو من الأجْرِ في الصَّبْرِ

The days did not ask me about him, rather

My consolation is in the reward I hope for in patience