قف باكِراً عِندَ قَبرٍ حَلَّ تُربَتَهُ

بَدرٌ لَدى التَّمِّ خانَتْهُ لَياليهِ

Stand early at a grave now hosting its soil

A full moon by the darkness, its nights failed it

تَبكِي الفَضائلُ وَالتَقوى شَمائِلُهُ

وَيَندبُ الفَضلُ وَالإِحسانُ أَيديهِ

Virtues weep, and piety weeps its features

Merit grieves, and kindness grieves its hands

نالَ المَراحِمَ في دارِ البَقاء كَما

يُدعَى أَبا رَحمةٍ فيما نُسَمِّيهِ

He attained mercies in the Abode of Eternity as

He is called Father of Mercy in what we name him

لِذا مُؤرِّخُهُ خَطَت لَهُ يَدُهُ

إِلياسُ لا شَكَّ حَيٌّ عِندَ باريهِ

Thus his chronicler by his hand etched for him

Elias, no doubt, alive by his Creator