قَبرٌ ثَوَتهُ فَتاةُ آلِ ظَريفةٍ

كَالغُصنِ تَسقيهِ الدُموعُ المُمطِرهْ

A grave claimed a maiden of the honored family

Like a branch watered by raining tears

في السَّبعِ وَالعشرينَ غابَ ضِياؤُها

وَكَذا الأَهِلَّةُ في اللَيالي المُقمِرَهْ

At twenty-seven her light faded away

As did the crescent moons in the bright nights

لَبَّت دُعاءَ اللَهِ مُسرِعَةً وَقَد

نالَت بِرَحمَتِهِ الرِّضى وَالمَغفِرَهْ

She hastily appealed to God in prayer

And by His mercy obtained contentment and forgiveness

فَأَتى مُؤرِّخُها وَبَشَّرَ قائِلاً

بِالمُلكِ فازَت في النَعيمِ اسكندَرَهْ

Her epitaph came bearing the good news:

“She won the kingdom; in bliss she dwells Alexandria”