روزينُ عَنحوري العزيزة قَد ثَوَت

قَبراً بِحَبَّاتِ القُلوب تَكَلّلا

Rosine Anhouri, the precious one, has built

A grave with pieces of hearts adorned

بِكرٌ أَتَت مَن أَرضِ مَصرَ فَضَمَّها

في السَبعِ مِن أَعوامِها كَفَنُ البِلى

A virgin came from the land of Egypt and took her

In the seventh of her years, the shroud of tribulation

لَم تَبقَ إِلّا نَحوَ شَهرٍ عِندَنا

وَكَذا بَقاءُ الوَردِ ما بَينَ المَلا

She had not stayed with us except nearly a month

Such is the life of a rose between assemblies

فَأَشادَ وَالِدُها السَليمُ مُؤرِّخاً

قَطَفَتكِ باكِرَةً مَلائكةُ العُلى

So her father Saleem the historian has built

You were plucked early by the angels of the Most High