هَذَا ضَرِيحُكَ يَا عِيَاضُ

يَا مَنْ شِفَاهُ شِفَا الْمِرَاضْ

This is your tomb, O Iyad,

O you whose healing is a cure for the sick.

فَلَقَدْ شَفَيْتَ غَلِيلَهُ

لَمَّا حَوَى مِنْكَ الْحِيَاضْ

For you have indeed quenched its burning thirst,

When it gathered your watering pools.

سَحَّتْ عَلَيْهِ لأَِنْ حَوَى

مِنْكَ الْحَدَائِقَ وَالرِّيَاضْ

Showers poured down upon it, for it held

From you the gardens and the meadows,

وَالْبَحْرَ بَحْرَ مَعَارِفٍ

وَعَوَارِفٍ سَهْلَ الْفرَاضْ

And the sea, a sea of profound knowledge

And bounties, with waters easy to draw—

دِيَمٌ تَلُثُّ ثَرَاهُ مِنْ

رِضْوَانِ رَبٍّ عَنْكَ رَاضْ

Gentle, constant rains soaking its soil, flowing from

The pleasure of a Lord who is pleased with you.