1. The morning dews pour down on your grave
O traveler resting under God’s shade

2. After you, arrows of grief pierced hearts
In every eyelid the scar of the past remains

3. A wailing bird under the wings of night stands
The noble bird, red wings and tail under the dawn

4. And a mourning gathering in the horizon continues
Clouds have the right to pour down out of grief

5. I entrust to God a broken branch
So every heart leaned broken

6. A storm of fates blew upon it
Taking away the burning embers of sorrow

7. As if what dried of his freshness
Flows at night from my eyes

8. They walked away fruitlessly and woefully
After it there is no fruition of sorrow

9. His elegy from every soul lasted long
Melting away as they reminisce

10. And every weeping face became worn after the youth
As his fresh face is worn by worms

11. O God’s mercy be set in the soil of a moon
For him did the moon dress in darkness

12. And O clouds visit him frequently
A face that was prayed for to bring rain

13. The grave took from him a precious jewel
The likes of which met by our falling pearls

14. O Jirjis’ grave made of soil and rocks
The moon did not do justice to that soil and rocks

15. Nor will his staff or companions melt
In the arid land under our tears it flourishes

16. Woe to the tyranny of distance separating us
Allowing no soul to remain or pass

17. Youth became cheap in his eyes
Neither old age nor elders were respected

18. O you who had patience for prolonged illness
Where can hearts find patience that break for you

19. No pain you endured was greater
While thanking in the morn and night

20. A pure soul passed pleased with you
For the ultimate success in the eternal house

21. I had my fill in it beyond worldly woes
Delighting in bliss that has no distress

22. Have patience O people after the lad
Destiny took him and us to where it led

23. I struggle, by God, to console you
While my tears for him are shed

24. Fitting for hearts to bleed for him
If only bleeding would make our fate revert

25. We are but in a land that if pondered
Is naught but a mourning ground for people

26. Daily some people grievously bereaved
For others buried underneath

27. Misery is the life whose daily portion
Is but sorrow in cups that hearts meet

28. Two states; one full of lurking danger
The next lost all caution