بنفسي حبيباً قبره راح روضةً

بنفسي حبيباً قبره راح روضةً

خمائلها مسروقةٌ من مخائله

خمائلها مسروقةٌ من مخائله

I would give my life for a beloved whose grave has become a garden,

With my own soul a beloved his grave went to a garden

its groves stolen from his charms.

Its chamomiles stolen from his chamomiles

رأى أنه لا صبر للناس بعده

رأى أنه لا صبر للناس بعده

فأهدى لهم أنفاسه في شمائله

فأهدى لهم أنفاسه في شمائله

He saw that people could not bear his passing,

He saw that people have no patience after him

so he bestowed his breath upon them in its northerly breezes.

So he gifted them his breaths in his attributes