Asfar ibn Awad

The Majid wove words as a shroud for the poet, and he died while in the last line of his last poem, extracting from words a myrrh and camphor, and placing what remained in jars as a monument and a grave, then he and Thaqif, both lost in their sorrow, stood on the mound crying over a sun that has set and a full moon that has perished.