لَحدٌ لابرهيم سركيس الَّذي

أَسَفاً عليهِ كل دَمعٍ قد جَرى

A grave for Ibrahim Sarkis, who

Every tear shed grieves for him

في سنِّ خمسين اِنقضت ايامهُ

فَمَضى وأَخلف حرقةً وتحسُّرا

At fifty his days were completed

So he left, leaving behind burning and regret

ابكى المعارف والحجى فقدانهُ

والبرَّ وَالتَقوى كَما ابكى الوَرى

Friends and neighbors weep his loss

As all creation weeps virtue and piety

هَذا خَليل اللَه والناس الَّذي

ناداهُ رَبُّ العرش من أَعلى الذرى

This friend of God and people whom

The Lord of the Throne called from the Highest Heaven

دَفَنوهُ في طيِّ الترابِ فَلَم يَزل

كالسيف بالتأريخ يُغمد في الثرى

They buried him in the bosom of the earth yet he remains

Like a sword engraved in history, sheathed in the soil