أقولُ إذْ هَتَفَ الدَّاعي بمصْرعِه

أقولُ إذْ هَتَفَ الدَّاعي بمصْرعِه

لبَّيْكَ لبيك من داع بتَبْيينِ

لبَّيْكَ لبيك من داع بتَبْيينِ

I say, as the herald cries out news of his death:

I heard the caller's cry at his death

At your call, at your call, herald of clear tidings!

"At your service, at your service," from one who calls clearly

نعيْتَ من جَمَدتْ غُزْرُ العيونِ له

نعيْتَ من جَمَدتْ غُزْرُ العيونِ له

فلم تَفِضْ عَبْرةٌ من عَيْنِ مَحْزون

فلم تَفِضْ عَبْرةٌ من عَيْنِ مَحْزون

You announced the death of one for whom tear-brimming eyes froze,

You were mourned by eyes whose torrents were frozen for him

so no tear flowed from a grieving eye;

Yet no tear falls from a grieving eye

ومَنْ يَقِلُّ لَهُ الدَّاعِي بمغفرةٍ

ومَنْ يَقِلُّ لَهُ الدَّاعِي بمغفرةٍ

ويُنشدُ النَّاسُ فيه بيتَ يَقْطين

ويُنشدُ النَّاسُ فيه بيتَ يَقْطين

and one for whom few pray for forgiveness,

And who will say few prayers for him

while people recite Yaqtin's verse about him:

While people recite verses about him

فإن تُصبْكَ من الأَيَّام جائحةٌ

فإن تُصبْكَ من الأَيَّام جائحةٌ

لم يُبْكَ منكَ على دُنْيا ولا دين

لم يُبْكَ منكَ على دُنْيا ولا دين

"For if a calamity of the days should strike you,

If disasters strike you from the days

no worldly worth or faith in you will be mourned."

None will cry for you, neither world nor faith

يا مُنكراً ونكيراً أوجِعاهُ فَقَدْ

يا مُنكراً ونكيراً أوجِعاهُ فَقَدْ

خَلَوْتُما بقليلِ الخير ملْعون

خَلَوْتُما بقليلِ الخير ملْعون

O Munkar and Nakir, torment him, for

O Munkar and Nakir, torment him, for he

you two are alone with an accursed man of little good.

Was seldom virtuous, accursed one

بُعْداً وسُحْقاً له من هالك نَطِفٍ

بُعْداً وسُحْقاً له من هالك نَطِفٍ

مُشَوَّه الخلقِ من نسل الشياطين

مُشَوَّه الخلقِ من نسل الشياطين

Away, far away with him—a tainted dead wretch,

Away, dashed to pieces, with the one who destroys seed

misshapen in form, of the devils' brood.

Deformed of form, of devils' line