وَلَمّا دَفَنّا جِسمَهُ في تُرابِهِ

وَلَمّا دَفَنّا جِسمَهُ في تُرابِهِ

جَعَلتُ صَميمَ القَلبِ مِنّي لَهُ قَبرا

جَعَلتُ صَميمَ القَلبِ مِنّي لَهُ قَبرا

And when we buried his body in his earth,

When we buried his body in the soil

I made the very core of my heart a grave for him,

I made the heart within me his tomb

وَتُربَتَهُ سِرَّ الفُؤادِ وَكُلَّما

وَتُربَتَهُ سِرَّ الفُؤادِ وَكُلَّما

هَمَمتُ بِأَن أَنساهُ جَدَّدَ لي ذِكرا

هَمَمتُ بِأَن أَنساهُ جَدَّدَ لي ذِكرا

And its soil the heart's secret depths; and whenever

And his dust became the secret of my heart

I meant to forget him, it revived remembrance for me.

Whenever I tried to forget him, it renewed the memory