يا ابنَ أمّي فدَتكَ نَفسي ومالي

كنتَ رُكني ومَفْزَعي وجَمالي

O son of my mother, for whom I would sacrifice my soul and possessions

You were my pillar, my refuge, my beauty

ولَعمري لئنْ تركتُك مَيْتاً

رهنَ رَمْس ضَنكٍ عليك مُهالِ

By my life, if I were to leave you dead

Detained by grievous adversity befalling you

لَوشيكاً ألقاكَ حيّاً صحيحاَ

سامِعاً مُبصِراً على خير حالِ

Before long I will have you alive and well

Hearing, seeing, in the best of states

قد بُعثتمْ من القُبورِ فأُبتم

بَعدما رُمّت العِظامُ البوالي

You have been resurrected from the graves, so you deny

After the bones had scattered

أو كسبعينَ وافداً معَ موسى

عاينوا هائلاً من الأهوالِ

Or like the seventy newcomers with Moses

Who witnessed an awe-inspiring one of the awes

حينَ راموا من خُبثِهم رؤيةَ الل

هِ وأنّى بِرؤيةِ المُتعالي

When in their wickedness they intended to see God

And how can the Sublime be seen?

فَرماهمْ بِصَعقةٍ أحرقتهمْ

ثمّ أحياهم شديدُ المُحالِ

So He struck them with a bolt that burned them

Then He revived them, He who does the incredible