بِقَلبي عَلى جابِرٍ حَسرَةٌ

بِقَلبي عَلى جابِرٍ حَسرَةٌ

تَزولُ الجِبالُ وَلَيسَت تَزولُ

تَزولُ الجِبالُ وَلَيسَت تَزولُ

In my heart is grief for Jabir.

My heart pines for Jabir

Mountains pass away, yet it does not pass away.

Mountains may crumble, but this won't pass

لَهُ مابَقيتُ طَويلُ البُكاءِ

لَهُ مابَقيتُ طَويلُ البُكاءِ

وَحُسنُ الثَناءِ وَهَذا قَليلُ

وَحُسنُ الثَناءِ وَهَذا قَليلُ

For him, as long as I live, there will be prolonged weeping

As long as I live, ceaseless my weeping

and fine praise—and this is little.

And though great my praises, it's but a little