ابكى عيون بَني بطيخةٍ اسفاً

غصنٌ نضيرٌ لواهُ البين فانكسرا

The eyes of the sons of Batikhah weep in sorrow,

A tender branch whose separation caused us pain and thus it broke.

لَم تبلغ الخمس والعشرين مدَّتُهُ

فراح كالغصن لم نجني لهُ ثمرا

It had not reached twenty five years of age,

So it departed like an unripened fruit that gave us no harvest.

مضى إِلى المنزل الباقي المُعَدِّ لَهُ

وَغادر الحزن في الاحشآءِ مستعرا

It went to the eternal abode prepared for it,

And left behind in our hearts a blazing grief.

فقل لجرجُسَ قد نلتَ النعيمَ بِهِ

ارّخ وقد بتَّ فيهِ لابساً ظفرا

Say to Gergis you have attained the bliss through it,

Inscribe that you have achieved a triumph while wearing it.