يا عينُ سحِّي بالدموع رَذاذا

فالقلبُ صيّره الأسى أفلاذا

O eye, spill tears like a drizzle

For sorrow has made my heart as offspring

لما تأمّل سيداً من دونه ال

أسيادُ طرّاً عاريّاً شحاذا

When it saw a master without whom there are no

Other masters, bare and begging

وأَقلَّ عودَ صليبِه في كِتْفِه

للصلب طوعاً لا يقول لماذا

And he carried the wood of his cross on his shoulder

To the crucifixion willingly, not saying why

وبناتُ صهيون الشقيةِ خلفه

يندبْنَه بتوجعٍ قد آذى

And the daughters of wretched Zion behind him

Mourn him with agonizing pain that hurt

حتى انتهى وعناهُ أوهى جسمَه

وهناك كان الآمرَ النفّاذا

Until he ended up, and his body failed him

And there was the decisive command