رَمسٌ لِأَنطونَ الكَريمَ فَقِف بِهِ

وَقُلِ السَلامُ عَلى ضَريحِكَ مُرسَلا

A portrait for the generous Antoun, so stop by it

And say, peace be upon your tomb oh messenger

ناحَت بَنو سيُّورَ بَعدَكَ رُكنَها

لا بَل لعَمرِي كُنتَ رُكناً لِلمَلا

The people of Siyyur lamented when you passed away

No, by my life, you were a pillar for the community

مَنَعوا السَحائِبَ عَن ثَراك لِأَنَّهُم

وَثِقوا بِأَنَّ الدَمعَ أَغزَرُ مَنهلا

They prevented the clouds from your burial place because

They trusted that tears were a more abundant spring

وَلَقد نَزَلتَ بِعَرشِ رَبك تارِكاً

دارَ الفَناءِ فَكُنتَ أَطيَبَ مَنزِلا

And you have attained the throne of your Lord, leaving

The abode of mortality, thus you were the sweetest dwelling

فَعَلَيكَ مِنهُ بِكُلِّ تاريخٍ رِضىً

وَسَقى سَحائبَ العَفوِ نَفسكَ في العُلى

So upon you is His pleasure throughout history

And the clouds of forgiveness have watered your soul in the most high