1. A grave for Ibrahim Sarkis, who
Every tear shed grieves for him

2. At fifty his days were completed
So he left, leaving behind burning and regret

3. Friends and neighbors weep his loss
As all creation weeps virtue and piety

4. This friend of God and people whom
The Lord of the Throne called from the Highest Heaven

5. They buried him in the bosom of the earth yet he remains
Like a sword engraved in history, sheathed in the soil