مَضى إِلى اللَه قسطنطين مصطحِباً

فعل التقى مَعَهُ وَالخير والرَشَدا

Constantine went to God accompanied

By good deeds that met with Him and guidance

غصنٌ لوتهُ المنايا عند نضرتهِ

فاورثت كل قَلبٍ بعدهُ كمدا

A blossoming branch that death withered in its youth

Bequeathing grief in every heart after him

بَكى عليهِ بنو الطوا دموعَ دمٍ

بكلِ جفنٍ قَريحٍ بالدما ابدا

The people of power wept for him blood tears

From every sore, tearful eye continuously

ما زالَ حتىّ قَضى باللَه معتصماً

بحبلهِ باسطاً نحو الالهِ بدا

He remained steadfast until obeying God's calling

Holding firmly to His rope, turning to the Divine

لِذاكَ كفوا اذا أَرَّختموهُ بكاً

لمّا مضى لم يُمت لكنهُ رقدا

Therefore, restrain your weeping when dating his passing

For when he left, he did not die but fell asleep