في مشرفٍ ليط ليّاق البلاط به

كانت بشاشته مهدى قرابينا

In a balcony overlooking the palace courtyard

His cheerfulness was the cradle of our offerings

صوت النواقيسِ ما تفرّطه

أيدي الجلادَي وجون ما يُغّفينا

The sound of bells he did not miss

The hands of executioners and wounds did not make us forget