1. A country walked with its plains and mountains
Gushing with its women and men

2. Its nights were lit by the glimmer of its tears
And sorrow flowed like flames on its homes

3. And when it walked, grieving for its son
Magnify its sorrow, and do not ask of its state

4. In a procession like a torrent, were it not
Going slowly, and silence being all its speech

5. It's as though tripping on its tears
Or walking upon its hopes

6. And there a coffin, the darkness of which
Is like a resting place for it

7. Guarded by a delegation of youth bidding farewell
To the shaykh of its awakening, the hero of its independence

8. And behind the bier you see a reverent people
Blessed by touching its shadow

9. Its guards have lowered their arms since he who fell
Guardian of peace, martyr of lifelong struggle

10. So who is he lying drowned in his eternal rest
Flooded with the abundance of his glory?

11. And upon him a halo of holiness
Its white drops the whiteness of his deeds

12. And his right hand extended as though
It was spread one last time with its generosity

13. That right hand that tended the friendship of a ruler
While people's necks were obedient to its left

14. And you see on his lips a smile of relief
The smile of one unshackled from his chains

15. Or the smile of the crucified bearing
On his lips the verses of pardon for his killers

16. The feeder of the starving with all his food
The giver of the destitute the remainder of his money

17. I do not ask for mercy from my Lord for him
For I am certain of the goodness of his fate

18. All people are God's dependents
The best of them most dutiful to His dependents