ضَريح بِنتي جَعَلتُ بَيتي

وَقُلتُ لَيتي أَموتُ لَيتي

I made my home your tomb, my daughter

And said, “Would that I had died, would that I had!”

قدومُ حَيٍّ يَغيبُ يُرجَى

وَلَيسَ يُرجى قُدومُ مَيتِ

The coming of the living brings hope though absent

While the coming of the dead is not hoped for

يا عَينُ ابكي دَماً عَلَيها

فَلَيسَ يَجري دَمعٌ بَكَيتِ

Oh eyes, weep blood for her

For no tears you cry will flow

يا لَيلَةَ البَينِ مِن نُضارٍ

صَدَّعتِ قَلبي بِما جَنَيتِ

O night of separation, with your blossoms

You have rent my heart with all you have harvested

يا تُربَةً قَد حَوَت نُضاراً

طِبتِ شَذاً بِالَّذي حَوَيتِ

O earth that now covers blossoms

You are sweetly scented with what you have enveloped

وَعَيتِ عَقلاً وَبَحرَ عِلمٍ

وسُؤدداً بِالَّتي وَعَيتِ

You were home to a mind and ocean of knowledge

And agony through what you have kept

أَمَضَّني الحُزنُ يا نضارٌ

وَصِرتُ مُضنىً لَمّا مَضَيتِ

Grief has destroyed me, O Nadhar

And I am anguished since you left

أَصبَحتُ فَرداً فَلَيتَ أَنِّي

قَضَيتُ نَحباً لَمّا قَضَيتِ

Alone I have become—would that

I had met my end when you met yours

سَعَيتِ لِلعلمِ باجتهادٍ

وَلَم تُمتَّعي بِما وَعَيتِ

You strove for knowledge studiously

But could not enjoy what you learned

سَرَت إِلى عالمٍ عَلِيٍّ

روحُكِ يا بُعد ما سَرَيتِ

Your soul journeyed, O distant one, after you went

To a sublime world

إِلى سَماءِ الَّذي تَسامَت

حَتّى رَأَيتِ الَّذي رَأَيتِ

Until you saw what you saw

Ascending to the heaven of He who is most high

الروحُ مِنكِ اِستحالَ طَيراً

لَمّا تَشَكّى الظَما سَقَيتِ

Your soul became a bird

When the thirsty vines were watered

وَآخِرُ النُطقِ كانَ مِنكِ الت

تَشَهُّدُ اللذ بِهِ رَبَيتِ

And your last words were declarations

Of the faith in which you were raised

وَقَدَّسَ اللَه مِنكِ روحاً

نالَت مِن الخُلدِ ما اشتَهَيتِ

God sanctified a soul from you

That attained the eternity it desired

وَإِنَّ بَيتاً أَضحى مَحَلاً

لِخَيرِ بِنتٍ لَخَيرُ بَيتِ

A house has become the abode

Of the best daughter of the best home