1. يا راحِلاً لا بِالرضا عَن حيِّنا

    قف بَيننا قَبل الفراق وَحيِّنا

    O you who depart, not pleased with our life

    Stop between us before parting, and bid us farewell

  2. فَلِمَن تركت الضربَخانةَ وَهيَ لا

    تَرضى سِواك أَسا لها أَم أَحسَنا

    To whom have you left the school, which accepts

    None but you - have you been good to it, or made it better?

  3. وَلِمَن عهدت بحفظ حسن معارف

    ضاعَت وَأَظلَم جوُّها بَعد السَنا

    To whom have you entrusted safeguarding the beauty of sciences

    That is now lost and its splendor darkened after you?

  4. وَلِمَن جَعلت عَلى العُلوم خَليفةً

    مِن بَعد ضرّ يَوم فَقدك مسَّنا

    To whom have you made the sciences' successor

    After the harm of a day when we lost you?

  5. أَنقضت حبل الكيمياء وَإِنَّها

    مِن عَهد جابوها تودّ لك الغِنى

    You have undone the rope of chemistry, though

    Since Jabir's time it has wished you wealth

  6. أَيصحُّ جسمٌ للجشاني بَعدَما

    أَسلمتَه رغماً لِمَن لَم يُحسنا

    Can the body recover without you

    After you reluctantly handed it over to one who did no good?

  7. يا لَوعة التدريس مِن أَلم النَوى

    سيزور قبل الأَربعين المدفنا

    Oh the agony of teaching, from the pain of loss

    He will visit the grave before forty days

  8. مِن أَين للطلاب بَعدك رَغبةٌ

    في حوز علمٍ شاب رَأساً وَاِنحَنى

    Whence will students after you have the will

    For a branch of knowledge where the head bowed down?

  9. يا اِبن الَّذين تَفاخروا في عَصرهم

    بِمَعارفٍ تَختال في حللِ الثَنا

    O son of those who prided themselves in their time

    On sciences adorned in robes of prose and verse

  10. بِأَبيك لا تَأسف عَلى ما فاتنا

    مِن درّك المَكنون في جَوف الفَنا

    Do not grieve, by your father, for what we missed

    Of your hidden pearls in the belly of oblivion

  11. إِن كانَ علمك غاض غبّاً ماؤه

    فَأخوك يَملأ بِالمَعارف صدرَنا

    If your knowledge has declined, diminished in amount

    Your brother will fill our breasts with sciences

  12. وَيمدّنا بِغَرائب مِن فَنِّه

    يَشفي بِها مِنا عضالاً مُزمِنا

    And provide us strange things from his art

    That cure chronic diseases among us

  13. فَاللَه يَكلؤه وَيُفرغُ صَبرَه

    أَبداً عَلَيهِ فجسمُه أَلف الضَنا

    May God help him and pour out his patience

    Upon him - so his body withstands hardship

  14. وَيزيده أَجراً عَلى ما نابَه

    في مَوقف التَوديع مِن فَرط العَنا

    And reward him for what he endured

    In the moment of parting, from intensity of sorrow