عَزيزَةٌ مثل غصن البان قد ذبلت

وَغادَرت ادمع الاجفان منسفكه

Beloved like a wilted hyacinth branch

And tears from eyelids poured forth

سارَت الى اللَه باريها فملَّكها

حظَّ النَعيم الَّذي قد فاز من ملكه

She went to her Creator so He took her in

The fortune of bliss which she won from her King

فخطَّ في اسطر التأريخ راسمُها

من فوق عرش العُلى هيلانةٌ مَلِكَه

So her maker inscribed in the lines of history

Above the throne of the Most High, her kingdom