1. O my eyes, shed tears and blood
In grief for our scholars, the people of action
١. يا عَينُ جودي بِالدُموعِ وَبِالدِما
أَسَفاً عَلى عُلَمائِنا أَهلَ العَمَلِ
2. The sword of death still inclines toward them
Until it has reached the head and hope is cut off
٢. ما زالَ سَيفُ الحَتفِ يَنحو نَحوَهُم
حَتّى اِنتَهى لِلرَأسِ وَاِنقَطَعَ الأَمَلِ