يا عَينُ بَكي لِلَّذي عالَني

مِنكِ بِدَمعٍ مُسبِلٍ هامِلِ

Oh eye, weep for the one who wronged me

With tears flowing down in streams

يا جَعدَ بَكّيهِ وَلا تَسأَمي

بِكاءَ حَقٍّ لَيسَ بِالباطِلِ

Oh curly hair, weep for him and do not grow weary

Weeping for a right that is not false

إِن تَستُري المَيتَ عَلى مِثلِهِ

في الناسِ مِن حافٍ وَمِن ناعِلِ

If you cover the dead with his like

Among the people there is one who digs and one who buries