1. Patience, even if the rightly guided one grieves for the guide
Non-existence is not far from immortality

2. Whatever the souls create remains
Even if it slips from the bodies

3. Through it there is eternity, no eternity without it
For a person, from money and from children

4. And when his follower becomes independent one day through him
He meets his death, and it is the best purpose

5. And death is a sleep relished by the refined
Who were not accustomed in life except to struggle

6. O you who cries for the pillow
That did not give comfort before this day over a pillow

7. Do not disturb the sleeping one, for whoever stayed up at night
Cannot see tranquility except in slumber

8. Lessen your crying for it is the first rest
Granted to the soft after fatigue

9. Do not cry for one whose eyes did not shed a tear
Even if kohl lined them with surma

10. Do not cry for one who disliked crying because it
Is weakness, and weakness is not for lions

11. He left the lair when he was a cub and dwelled
The valley, and his soul remained in the valley

12. And he came to a land where its lions do not live
With necks bound by pegs

13. His roar filled the space so the noble cedars
Swerved away from him like valleys

14. Without him the auspicious Eid would not have dawned
On Lebanon after the war

15. He went appealing for its salvation
Beneath the bridges and pillars calling out

16. Reciting to the allies the text of their covenants
Like a boulder reading them to peers

17. He did not come to them begging for his country
Rather he came armed with the rights of the country

18. When they called their swords against his chaste
Land, they sprang from their sheaths

19. And showed them the country they had left
Wronged, ruled by the wicked

20. And they lagged behind it and so came blind calamity
That left the lands in valleys

21. How many an Antar did Ubla grieve over,
And how many a Ka'b's heart was stricken with sadness

22. Were it not for the woman, the Lebanese woman
The dawn of morning would not have shone for the departed

23. And had I not seen the cedar return to it
Lamenting while the pine did not shed resin for the departed

24. It is a national renaissance that revived through it
The glories of ancestors for the soft ones

25. It bestowed upon Lebanon from its world the attire
Of Eid, gray after the attire of mourning

26. And its youth refused to sleep so it stood
On guard for events lying in wait

27. Through it Paris knew the first visit
Of a free man fighting colonial oppression

28. And it saw in it yesterday the most noble worker
Interested in reform and preventing corruption

29. Bearing what breaks the firmest determination
And splits the most resolute livers

30. Until death assassinated him in the battlefield
And only the arena of executioners could fell him

31. So it is as if Lebanon shook over Paris
And cast off the greatest of its pillars

32. And as if on the day of his death Lebanon
Descended upon the world with a day of lamentation

33. Its waters were turbid and its breeze was hot
And its streams fell upon the pegs

34. And the Arab East roared for an Arab state
Grieving for its pillar

35. It is an agony after Suhban and Thabian after Ziyad
And a wailing of the letter Dhaad among its remnants

36. From the foothills of Lebanon to Baghdad
No wonder, for the bond that the cunning broke

37. Is the highest of the bonds of Dhaad
O you who saw the world too narrow for your ambitions

38. So you soared above the seven solid rocks
You did not die in exile, your guidance filled

39. The bosoms with its flaming light
You lived in both homelands, possessing people who boast

40. Of the goods and children you reared
You allotted your meadow rest to the visitors

41. And left your roses lawful for the visitors
So upon the bare from your loss is a cloak

42. And upon the deprived from you hands are gifts
And upon the press that watched over you a bloody imprint

43. Drawn with a pen
And for each letter of your guidance

44. Is a meaning that wets the core of hearts
You are the martyr, and none is more honorable than you

45. Among those who lingered for us on the stakes
Sleep my beloved, for only graves are devoid

46. Of enemies and envious ones