وَلَدي يَومَ مَوتِهِ

أَصبَحَ الدَهرُ ذا عَبَث

On the day my son died

My son, on the day of his death,

Life became meaningless

Fate became a senseless mockery.

قَد أكِنَّ الأَسى فإِن

غَلَبَ الدَمعُ ذاعَ بَث

Though I was full of sorrow

I conceal my sorrow, yet if

My tears overflowed unrestrained

Tears overcome me, my grief is laid bare.