1. I remembered you, Ibrahim, while the lips were frowning,
And the speeches of the martyrs between my hearing and my sight.

2. I remembered you in Alexandria while the sorrow
For the innocent martyrs filled my feelings.

3. Come and share the Nile valley its concerns,
For the valley is much in need of the voice of a poet.

4. The loyal ones asked about you, and for so long
The people of the house checked who was in the graves.

5. It is dear to us to see a place for you
Empty, and no memory brings you back.

6. If traces could revive a fighter,
I would revive you through what remains of your feats.