1. يا باقةً في يميني للرّدى بُذِلَتْ

    أذابَ قَلبي عَلَيكِ الحُزْنُ والأسَفُ

    O bouquet in my right hand, offered up to death!

    Grief and sorrow over you have melted my heart.

  2. أَلَم تَكوني لِتاجِ الحُسْنِ جَوهرةً

    لَمّا غَرِقْتِ فَهَلّا صَانَكِ الصّدفُ

    Were you not a jewel for beauty’s crown?

    When you drowned, why, then, did the shell not protect you?