قِف هَهُنا وَاِسكُب دُموعَكَ وَاِسبِلِ

إِنَّ الحَبيبَ ثَوى بِهَذا المَنزِلِ

Stand here and shed your tears, let them flow

For the beloved lies in this dwelling below

ابنَ الأَديبِ ابنَ الوَزيرِ لِعترَة

تُعزى لِعَتورَ الكَريمِ المُفضّلِ

The son of the scholar, the vizier's boy

Whose noble lineage brings much joy

قَد كانَ ذا نُسكٍ عَفيفاً خَيِّراً

مُتَدَرِّعاً ثَوبَ الحَيا بِتَسَربُلِ

He was so pious, good-natured and kind

Wearing the garb of faith, his soul refined

فَدُعي فَلَبّى لِلخُلودِ بِجَنَّةٍ

جاراً لِخَيرِ الخَلقِ أَكرَمِ مُرسَلِ

He's called, he answers, to heaven he flies

A neighbor of the best of prophets in paradise

وَحُلولُه ما جاءَ في تاريخِهِ

مَثواكَ في الفِردَوسِ أَيمَنُ مَنزِل

His passing came on the date in his story

Your home is in Heaven, the most blessed territory