لخليلِ نحّاسَ الأَسيفَ مَناحةٌ

لسُرى حَنينةَ عِندَ زَهرةِ عُمرِها

For Khalil the copper engraver has a blade

For Sura the lovely one in the flower of her youth

مِن آلِ عَنحوري كَغُصنٍ قَد ذَوى

فَسَقَت مدامِعُهُ جَوانب قَبرِها

Of the Anhouris like a withered branch

So his tears soaked the sides of her grave

تَرَكَت لَدَيهِ كُلّ طفلٍ ناحبٍ

للبينِ يَبكي مِن مرارَةِ هَجرِها

She left by him every weeping child

Crying bitterly from the bitterness of her absence

وَلَقَد دَعَت جُرجَ العَزيزَ لِقُربِها

شَوقاً فَأَمسى نائِماً في حِجرها

And she had summoned glorious Jurj to be near her

Yearningly so he lay sleeping in her lap

وَلَّت وَبالتأريخِ وَلَّى مُسرِعاً

كَالشَمسِ قَد أَفلَ الهِلالُ بِإِثرِها

She turned her back, turning away swiftly

Like the sun when the crescent has set in its trail