1. For Khalil the copper engraver has a blade
For Sura the lovely one in the flower of her youth

2. Of the Anhouris like a withered branch
So his tears soaked the sides of her grave

3. She left by him every weeping child
Crying bitterly from the bitterness of her absence

4. And she had summoned glorious Jurj to be near her
Yearningly so he lay sleeping in her lap

5. She turned her back, turning away swiftly
Like the sun when the crescent has set in its trail