1. I sheath the grief that makes you weep, O Kaaba of guidance,
Why such sorrow, O temple of virtue and dew?

2. I'd pardon you, if left alone afflicted,
I sheath patience, you're not the only one aggrieved.

3. If Jabr has passed away, though destiny is unyielding,
It has prepared men for life and mobilized troops.

4. Why weep for Jabr when his troops surround you?
Find solace in those who passed near you and transgressed.

5. Your spirit still inspires them,
Your shade remains eternal through the ages.

6. You who saw your pillars razed in the meadow,
Take seat in the gardens of Lebanon.

7. You leaned on the mother of languages and guarded her,
And were an impregnable fortress for her benefit.

8. Jabr was a trustee and protector for her,
Whenever an aggressor plotted against her and overstepped.

9. In Lebanon, citadels of knowledge were erected for science
So the hands of ignorance left no foundation among them.

10. More ugly than their excuses, they claimed
The money spent on raising it is wasted.

11. They alleged it drains money excessively,
Did they leave any wealth there to be drained?

12. Lamps, if they extinguish them, are but
Flickers of ill omen that misguided many guided ones.

13. I only worry about the hour in which
We believed a foe, may God not bless the enmity.

14. How many white hands they have with the Arabs!
Who has fire to protect the hands?

15. If they left Lebanon to grope in gloom,
I sheath patience, O Lebanon, you have not ceased to slumber.

16. The way of loss, however long, meets loss,
However rugged, one finds it smooth.

17. A young man's death when eighty years old,
Is like a young man's death in life's prime.

18. Your life, O man, has various forms,
Surrounded by various forms of loss.

19. Only one who leaves people a lasting memory
Has conquered strong death.

20. Not one who passed away leaving a promise
In Palestine that saddened and gladdened a nation.

21. God allowed it only to roam around bewildered.
But the best of people curbs their own harm

22. Or enriches life and brings happiness,
Like Jabr and Abdullah, their burial grounds are fragrant,

23. The fresh aroma and tender dew still emanate,
For the good we hope, both strove,

24. Through struggle, prosperity, absence and presence.
They passionately loved the Mudari tribe,

25. As if devoted to it eternally and renounced all else.
How much beauty they unveiled and renewed,

26. How many wonders in that sorcery they renewed.
Its eloquence fascinated Jabr and inclined him

27. To make it the garden's shade and stream.
When a language prevails, even if its people are oppressed,

28. Their independence is about to consolidate.
Jabr's hand in my eyes sparkles like the morning,

29. I thanked it little, reciting this elegy.
I found you in Beirut, haven of dew

30. And sublime literature, courtyard and forum.
People crowded around your kin,

31. Worry showing between their faces.
You granted me a ray of your light,

32. Raising my status, aiding and guiding me.
You were surely righteous, O righteous father,

33. Who saw goodness in his son and tutored him.
Alas! I now mourn your blessings

34. While once I sang joyfully because of them.
I'm amazed by the determination that was

35. The pinnacle of your life, as if just beginning.
My language wanders distraught without Jabr

36. My homeland, echo his traces.