1. The eyes of the sons of Batikhah weep in sorrow,
A tender branch whose separation caused us pain and thus it broke.

2. It had not reached twenty five years of age,
So it departed like an unripened fruit that gave us no harvest.

3. It went to the eternal abode prepared for it,
And left behind in our hearts a blazing grief.

4. Say to Gergis you have attained the bliss through it,
Inscribe that you have achieved a triumph while wearing it.