أَسْعِدَاني يا مُقْلَتَيَّ وَنُوحَا

أَسْعِدَاني يا مُقْلَتَيَّ وَنُوحَا

لا تَمَلاَّ البُكَا ولا تَسْتَرِيْحَا

لا تَمَلاَّ البُكَا ولا تَسْتَرِيْحَا

Aid me, O my two eyes, and lament;

My tearful eyes brought me joy and sorrow,

do not tire of weeping, nor take your rest.

Do not cease weeping or find respite,

إِنّ شَقْرَاءَ أَزْعَجَتْها المَنَايَا

إِنّ شَقْرَاءَ أَزْعَجَتْها المَنَايَا

عَنْ قُصُورٍ وَأَسْكَنَتْها ضَرِيْحَا

عَنْ قُصُورٍ وَأَسْكَنَتْها ضَرِيْحَا

Indeed, death has driven Shaqra

For the fair one's demise has caused distress,

from palaces and housed her in a tomb.

Taking her from palaces and laying her in a tomb.

فَسَقَى اللَّهُ ذلك الجِسْمِ جِسْماً

فَسَقَى اللَّهُ ذلك الجِسْمِ جِسْماً

وَتَلَقّى بالرَّوْحِ تِلْكَ الرُّوحَا

وَتَلَقّى بالرَّوْحِ تِلْكَ الرُّوحَا

So may God water that body—“a body” [wording unclear]—

May God water that body with a body,

and receive that soul with solace.

And may that soul receive that soul.

لو أكونُ التُرابَ ما كُنْتُ أَبْلَى

لو أكونُ التُرابَ ما كُنْتُ أَبْلَى

حِيْنَ يَهْدِي إليَّ وَجْهَا مَلِيْحَا

حِيْنَ يَهْدِي إليَّ وَجْهَا مَلِيْحَا

Were I the dust, I would not cause decay

If I were dust I would not waste away,

when a lovely face was offered to me.

When a beautiful face is turned towards me.