ما لِقَلبي مُقَسَّم الأَفكارِ

وَكَأن قَد حُشِيَ بِجَمرَةِ نارِ

My heart in pieces torn asunder lies,

As if with fiery embers 'twere filled inside,

قَد دَهَتني مِن الزَمانِ خُطوبٌ

ضاقَ عَن حَملِها جَميلُ اِصطِباري

Misfortunes from time have sorely tried me,

My patience sweet, no more their weight can abide.

دَمعُ عَيني لِفَقدِ حَيّانَ وَحَيّا

نَ وَحيّانَ وَالنُضارَينِ جارِ

My eyes do weep for the loss of the vivants,

My darling and the blossoms, neighbors beside,

أَتُراها مِن الغَمامِ اِستمِدَّت

أَو أُمِدَّت مِن زاخِراتِ البِحارِ

Did she draw from the clouds her lively spirit,

Or the seas teaming, her thirsting soul provide?

خَمسَةٌ تُشرِقُ المَنازِلُ مِنهُم

أُدرِجوا تَحتَ ظُلمةِ الأَحجارِ

Five lit homes with their presence so graceful,

Now under darkness of stone slabs they bide,

شَغِفَت بِالقُرآنِ وَالنَحوِ وَالخَطِّ

وَفاقَت بِهِ جَميع العذارِ

She delighted in Qur'an and grammar and script,

Excelling in this over all virgins bride,

وَاعتَنَت بِالحَديثِ سَمعاً وَكَتباً

فَرَوَت جُملةً مِن الآثارِ

In hadith tradition she showed careful heed,

What she heard and wrote, a treasure inside,

مُسند الدارِمي وَمُسنَدَ عَبدٍ

وَالصَحيحينِ مُسلِماً وَالبُخاري

Al-Darimi's collection and Abd's compilation,

And the two Saheehs, of Bukhari and Muslim's guide,

وَالنِسائي وَمُعجمَ الطَبَراني

ثَم نصفا مِلمُعجمِ الكُبّارِ

Al-Nasa'i's and Al-Tabarani's collection,

And half of the assemblage of seniors prized,

وَلها رِحلَةٌ لِمَكَّةَ فيها

سَمِعَت مِن شُيوخِنا الأَبرارِ

A pilgrimage she made to Mecca's cradle,

Hearing there many hadiths from sheikhs wise,

خَرَّجَت أَربَعينَ عَن أَربَعينَ اك

تَتَبَتها عَن سادَةٍ أَحبارِ

Forty she recounted from another forty masters,

Whose chains she scrutinized and verified,

وَهيَ في سُقمِ مَوتِها أَسمَعَتنا

وَأَجازَت جَمعاً مِن الخضّارِ

As she neared her death, she granted us license,

A group of the young in Knowledge specialized,

ثُمَ راحَت لَمّا قَضى اللَهُ فيها

بِثَناءٍ وَطَيِّب التَذكارِ

Then she passed, her time appointed elapsed,

With good praise and memories sweet memorialized,

وَدَهاني مِن بَعدِ ذَلِكَ فَقدِي

أُمَّ حَيّانَ خِيرَةَ الأَخيارِ

After she left, I sorely felt her absence,

Umm Hayyan, the best of the righteous and wise,

كانَت أُنسِي في وَحدَتي وَاغتِرابي

وَمَنامي وَيَقظَتي وَسِفاري

My solace she was in my lonely brooding,

In my sleep and waking, travels and demise,

وَنَديمي في رِحلَتي وَمُقامي

وَزَميلي في حُجَّتي وَاعتِماري

My companion on trips, halts and journey far,

My partner in Hajj and Umrah likewise,

كُنتُ أَرجو بِأَن تَعيشَ وَتَبقى

حينَ سُقمي تَدورُ بِي وَتُداري

I hoped she would linger and remain,

When I was ill, she would tend and advise,

لَم تَكُن زَوجَةً وَلَكن كَأُمٍ

وَأَنا كَابنِها صَغيرُ الصِغارِ

No mere wife was she, but like a mother,

While I was as her child, so small in size,

كانَت الروحَ بَينَ جَنبيَّ راحَت

فَحَياتي صارَت كَثَوب مُعارِ

My soul found rest tucked 'tween her sides,

And my life like a borrowed robe comprised,

دَعَت اللَهَ أَن تَموتَ سَريعاً

في حَياتي في عِزَّةٍ وَاستِتارِ

She prayed to God for a swift death soon,

While I enjoyed glory, grace and disguise,

فَأَجابَ الإِلهُ مِنها دُعاءً

وقَضَت نَحبَها لِدارِ القَرارِ

So the Lord answered her prayerful wish,

And she met her death, to the home of allies,

فَسَقى اللَهُ قَبرَها غَيرَ عاثٍ

وَحَباها بِدِيمَةٍ مِدرارِ

May God water her grave without ceasing,

And grace it with goodness that never dries.