رُوزا فَتاةُ بَني الجاويشِ قَد رَحَلَت

كَالغُصنِ لاقَتهُ ريحُ البينِ فَاِنكَسَرا

Rosa, a maiden of the Jaouiche tribe, has departed

Like a branch that the wind of separation has met and broken

في الخَمس عَشرة قَد وَلَّت فحسرتُها

تَبقى مَدى الدَّهرِ لا خَمساً وَلا عَشرا

At fifteen she passed away and I lamented her

She will remain forever, not five nor ten

أَمَّت سعادتُها العُظمى وَقد تَرَكَت

صَفاءَ والدِها اِسكندَرٍ كَدرا

Her great happiness has ended and she left behind

The clarity of her father Alexander darkened

فَخطَّ تاريخَهُ فيها يَقولُ بِهِ

يا تُربةَ الوَردِ حَيّاكِ النَدى سَحَرا

So the date of her passing wrote of her

O soil of roses, the dew bids you good morning at dawn