عَينُ اِئذَني بِبُكاءٍ آخِرَ الأَبَدِ

وَلا تَمَلّي عَلى قَرمٍ لَنا سَنَدِ

My eyes bid me weep till the end of time

And shed tears that flow and never tire

أَشكو الَّذي بي مِنَ الوَجدِ الشَديدِ لَهُ

وَما بِقَلبي مِنَ الآلامِ وَالكَمَدِ

I complain of the intense longing that pains me

And the grief and sorrows that fill my heart

أَضحى أَبوهُ لَهُ يَبكي وَإِخوتُهُ

بِكُلِّ دَمعٍ عَلى الخَدَّينِ مُطَّرِدِ

His father weeps for him, and his brothers too

Tears streaming down their cheeks evermore

لَو عاشَ كانَ لِفِهرٍ كُلِّها عَلَماً

إِذ كانَ مِنها مكانَ الروحِ لِلجَسَدِ

Had he lived, he would have been a banner

For all the clans, as the soul is to the body