قَد سارَ جِرجسُ نَحوَ اللَهِ مُنصَرِفاً

عَن أَرضِنا بِقَضاءِ اللَه وَالقَدرِ

George has marched towards God, turning away

From our land by God's decree and destiny

ناحَت بَنو فرَجِ اللَهِ الكِرامَ لَهُ

بِمَدمَعٍ مِثل صَوبِ المُزنِ مُنتَثِرِ

The noble sons of Faraj wept for him

With tears like the pouring rain in seasons of hardship

فَقف بِجانب قَبرٍ حَلَّ تربتَهُ

مُستَسقياً لِثَراهُ باردَ المَطرِ

So stand by a grave where its soil now holds him

Seeking from its burial place the cold rain

وَقُل ظَفرتُ مِن الباري بِمَرحَمةٍ

أَرِّخ فَأَنتَ لَديهِ لابسَ الظَفرِ

And say, “I have attained God’s mercy”

Record it, for with Him you are clothed in triumph