يا سيدي وأميري

ما إن له من نظيرٍ

O my master and prince

None can compare to him

إني فقدتُ بفقدي

أبي جميعَ سروري

I have lost with his loss

All of my joy

فقدتُ منه تِلادي

فقدتُ منه نصيري

I have lost with him my support

I have lost with him my aid

فقدتُ منه مُعِني

فقدتُ منه مُجِيري

I have lost with him my pillar

I have lost with him my shelter

فصِرتُ فَرْداً وحِيداً

وإنّني ذو عشيرِ

So I became alone and isolated

Though I have many kin

لا أعرف السهل والوَعْ

رَ إن قصدتُ مَسيري

I know not the flatlands and hills

If I set out on my journey

قد كنت أخشى عليه

بناتِ دهرٍ عَثُورِ

I used to fear for him

The days of fate fickle

كأنما الدهر أودى

منه بِركنَيْ ثَبِير

As if fate had destroyed

The sturdy pillars of him

فمن عذِيريَ من دَمْ

عِ مقلتي مَن عذيري

So who will apologize for my tears pouring down

Who will apologize for my agony

هلاَّ بكتْه دماءً

إذ ماله من نظيرِ

Why did it not weep blood

When it lost one without peer

فكلّ أمرٍ كبيرٍ

يُخبا لكل كبير

Every great matter

Befalls every great man

مَن للضعيف إذا ما

أتى ومَن للفقير

Who is there for the weak when

Misfortune comes and who for the poor

إلى من ألْجَأْ مِن شرْ

رِ صَيْلَم عنقفير

To whom can I flee from evil

To the protection of the Almighty

فوّضتُ أمري إلى من

يُرْجَى لكلّ الأمورِ

So I entrust my affairs to He

Who is hoped for in all matters