سَكَنَتْ فسيحاً في الجنان ظليلا

وقطوفها قد ذُلِّلَتْ تذليلا

She settled comfortably in the gardens, shaded

And its fruits were made easy to pick

لا تحسبوها في الثّرى ومَقيلها

تهوى الثريّا أن تكون مقيلا

Do not think it is in the soil and its bedtime

Thurya wishes it to be a bed

بنتُ الهُمَامِ عليٍّ الملكِ الّذي

لم يتّخِذْ غَيْرَ الصّلاح خليلا

The daughter of the protector Ali, the king who

Did not take other than righteousness as a friend

وحليلةُ الباشا الهمام أبي الثّنا

وكفى بمحمودِ الخليل حليلا

And the wife of Pasha Al-Hamam Abi Al-Thana

And Mahmoud Al-Khalil is enough as a wife

أمُّ الملوك وأختُهُم يا مَنْ رأى

حَسَباً لذا الحَسَبِ العريقِ مثيلا

Mother of kings and their sister, O you who saw

Lineage sufficient for this ancient lineage the like

شرفٌ لَوَ أنَّ الشّمسَ تملِك بعضَه

لم تتّخِذ نحو الغروب سبيلا

An honor, if the sun owned some of it

It would not have taken a path towards sunset

أَلَهَا كامِنَةٍ يدٌ مبسوطة

عَطْفاً على الفقراء أو تقبيلا

Does she have a outstretched hand

To help the poor or kiss

طالت خطاها والخطى مقصورة

فيما يكون به الكمال طويلا

Her steps were long and the steps were limited

In what would be long perfection

نَسَجتْ على النّوْل القديم طرازَها

وَرَأَتْ سَدَى ذاك الهدى تبديلا

She wove on the old textile its design

And saw the obsolescence of that guidance changed

وتمسّكت بِعُرَى الدّيانة كفُّها

وتبتَّلتْ لمعادها تبتيلا

And her palm clung to the bonds of religion

And she was tested for her return tried

ثمّ انقضت والفيضُ يعبق نشرُه

عبقا على حُسْنِ المآب دليلا

Then it passed, and the overflowing abundance of its diffusion

An abundance on the beauty of destiny evidence

ومضت إلى الفرْدَوْس في تاريخها

يا حبّذا جودٌ حَوَتْهُ جميلاً

And she went to Paradise in her date

How good is generosity that included beautiful