فَقَدَت بَنو الباشا عَزيزاً ماجِداً

تَركَ الدُموعَ لِفَقدِهِ كَالعنَدمِ

The Pasha's sons have lost a dear, glorious one,

Leaving behind tears like pouring rain for his loss,

رُكنٌ لَقَد هَدمَتهُ عاصِفةُ القَضا

أَسَفاً وَلَكن ذِكرُهُ لَم يُهدَمِ

A pillar that a storm of fate has demolished -

Alas, but his memory remains undemolished,

وَلَقَد قَضى بِاللَهِ مُنتَقِلاً إِلى

دارِ السَعادةِ في النعيمِ الأَعظَمِ

Having met his end by God's decree, departed

To the abode of bliss in greatest paradise,

ومُسطِّرُ التاريخِ يُنشدُ قائِلاً

في العَرشِ يوسُفُ مَع يَسوع مريمِ

And history's scribe sings saying:

In heaven with Jesus and Mary is Youssef.