مِن آلِ صَبّاغَ الكِرامَ كَريمةٌ

كَالبَدرِ واراها ضَريحٌ مُظلمُ

From the noble clan of Sabagh, a noble lady

Like the full moon, though overshadowed by a dark tomb

تَرَكَت لابراهيمَ بويز بعلَها

دَمعاً يَسيلُ وَحَسرةً تَتَضَرَّمُ

She left behind for Ibrahim Boyez her husband

Tears flowing and bitter regrets writhing

وَبَنينَ بَعدَ فراقِها يَبكونَ مِن

ظُلمِ المَنيَّةِ وَالقَضا لا يَرحَمُ

And children weeping after her loss

From the injustice of death that shows no mercy

وَلَقَد ثَوتْ هَذا الضَريحَ وَنَفسُها

بَين الملائكِ في العُلا تَتَنَعَّمُ

She found rest in this tomb and her soul

Finds bliss among the angels in the Highest Heaven

فَكَتَبَتُ في اللَوحِ المُؤرِّخِ راسِماً

بِجوارِ عَرشِ اللَّهِ حلَّتْ مَريَمُ

So I inscribe on this dated tablet, recording

Next to God's Throne Mary has come to dwell