لَعَمري لَئِن أَصبَحتَ فَوقَ مُشَذَّبٍ

لَعَمري لَئِن أَصبَحتَ فَوقَ مُشَذَّبٍ

طَويلٍ تُعَفّيكَ الرِياحُ مَعَ القَطرِ

طَويلٍ تُعَفّيكَ الرِياحُ مَعَ القَطرِ

By my life, though you are now atop a lopped trunk,

By my life! If you are above a towering,

A tall one, where the winds and rain wear you away,

Long grave, winds blowing on you with rain,

لَقَد عِشتَ مَبسوطَ اليَدَينِ مُبَرِّزاً

لَقَد عِشتَ مَبسوطَ اليَدَينِ مُبَرِّزاً

وَعوفيتَ عِندَ المَوتِ مِن ضَغطَةِ القَبرِ

وَعوفيتَ عِندَ المَوتِ مِن ضَغطَةِ القَبرِ

Indeed, you lived open-handed and distinguished,

You lived with open hands, prominent,

And at death you were spared the grave's constriction.

And avoided in death the squeeze of the grave.

وَأَفلَتَّ مِن ضيقِ التُرابِ وَغَمِّهِ

وَأَفلَتَّ مِن ضيقِ التُرابِ وَغَمِّهِ

وَلَم تَفقُدِ الدُنيا فَهَل لَكَ مِن شُكرِ

وَلَم تَفقُدِ الدُنيا فَهَل لَكَ مِن شُكرِ

And you escaped the earth's confinement and its anguish,

You escaped from the earth's narrowness and gloom

And you did not lose the world—so have you any thanks to offer?

And did not lose the world, so do you have any gratitude?

فَما تَشتَفي عَينايَ مِن دائِمِ البُكى

فَما تَشتَفي عَينايَ مِن دائِمِ البُكى

عَلَيكَ وَلَو أَنّي بَكَيتُ إِلى الحَشرِ

عَلَيكَ وَلَو أَنّي بَكَيتُ إِلى الحَشرِ

So my eyes find no relief in ceaseless weeping

My eyes will never have their fill of constant weeping

For you, even if I were to weep until the Resurrection.

For you, even if I wept until the Resurrection.

فَطوبى لِمَن يَبكي أَخاهُ مُجاهِراً

فَطوبى لِمَن يَبكي أَخاهُ مُجاهِراً

وَلَكِنَّني أَبكي لِفَقدِكَ في سِرّي

وَلَكِنَّني أَبكي لِفَقدِكَ في سِرّي

So blessed is he who weeps openly for his brother,

Blessed is he who weeps for his brother openly,

But I weep for losing you in secret.

But I weep for your loss in secret.