حَلَفتُ بِالمُسَتَّرَه
وَالرَوضَةِ المُعَطَّرَه
I swear by the veiled one
And the perfumed garden
وَمَجلِسِ الزَهراءِ في ال
حَظائِرِ المُنَوَّرَه
And the assembly of Zahra in the
Enlightened courtyards
مَراقِدِ السُلالَةِ ال
طَيِّبَةِ المُطَهَّرَه
The tombs of the good lineage
The purified and sanctified
ما أَنزَلوا إِلى الثَرى
بِالأَمسِ إِلّا نَيِّرَه
They did not go down into the ground
Yesterday except as radiant
سيروا بِها نَقِيَّةً
تَقِيَّةً مُبَرَّرَه
Walk with her pure
Pious and justified
نُجِلُّ سِترَ نَعشِها
كَالكُسوَةِ المُسَيَّرَه
We cover the bier of her coffin
Like a prepared shroud
وَنَنشُقُ الجَنَّةَ مِن
أَعوادِهِ المُنَضَّرَه
And we pick paradise from
Its green trees
في مَوكِبٍ تَمَثَّلَ ال
حَقُّ فَكانَ مَظهَرَه
In a procession where truth appeared
Leave the soldiers, the notables
دَعِ الجُنودَ وَالبُنو
دَ وَالوُفودَ المُحضَرَه
And the delegations present
And every fake tear
وَكُلَّ دَمعٍ كَذِبٍ
وَلَوعَةٍ مُزَوَّرَه
And feigned agony
Nothing benefits the dead except
لا يَنفَعُ المَيتَ سِوى
صالِحَةٍ مُدَّخَرَه
Good deeds stored
The dome may be raised over
قَد تُرفَعُ السوقَةُ عِن
دَ اللَهِ فَوقَ القَيصَرَه
The house of God above the fences
Oh the sorrow of knowledge over
يا جَزَعَ العِلمِ عَلى
سُكَينَةِ المُوَقَّرَه
The tranquility of the revered one
It became in a desolate quarter
أَمسى بِرَبعٍ موحِشٍ
مِنها وَدارٍ مُقفِرَه
Of it and a deserted house
Who can console this
مَن ذا يُؤَسّي هَذِهِ ال
جامِعَةَ المُستَعبَرَه
Weeping university
If she had lived, she would have supported
لَو عِشتِ شِدتِ مِثلَها
لِلمَرأَةِ المُحَرَّرَه
The liberated woman like her
She built its pillars as
بَنَيتِ رُكنَيها كَما
يَبني أَبوكِ المَأثُرَه
Your father the renowned builds
She combined each stone
قَرَنتِ كُلَّ حِجرِ
في أُسِّها بِجَوهَرَه
In its foundation with a jewel
A pride for your house
مَفخَرَةٌ لِبَيتِكُم
كَم قَبلَها مِن مَفخَرَه
As many prides before her
O Daughter of Ismail, for the dead
يا بِنتَ إِسماعيلِ في ال
مَيتِ لِحَيٍّ تَبصِرَه
A living one sees him
Did this world have any
أَكانَ عِندَ بَيتِكُم
لِهَذِهِ الدُنيا تِرَه
Value in your house
Why didn't you describe it to us
هَلّا وَصَفتِها لَنا
مُقبِلَةً وَمُدبِرَه
Coming and going
Its clear color
وَلَونَها صافِيَةً
وَطَعمَها مُكَدَّرَه
And its bitter taste
Like a dream, illusion, shadow or flower
كَالحِلمِ أَو كَالوَهمِ أَو
كَالظِلِّ أَو كَالزَهَرَه
Fatima, whoever is born will die
The cradle is the bridge to the grave
فاطِمُ مَن يولَدُ يَمُت
المَهدُ جِسرُ المَقبَرَه
And every soul tomorrow
Is dead and then resurrected
وَكُلُّ نَفسٍ في غَدٍ
مَيِّتَةٌ فَمُنشَرَه
And he who does good or evil will see it
And only the heedless is alerted at the death rattle
وَإِنَّهُ مَن يَعمَلِ ال
خَيرَ أَوِ الشَرَّ يَرَه
He spits it out while it was
Sweet in his mouth
وَإِنَّما يُنَبَّهُ ال
غافِلُ عِندَ الغَرغَرَه
This ball will continue
From hand to hand
يَلفِظُها حَنظَلَةً
كانَت بِفيهِ سُكَّرَه
Where is your father's money
Status, and power
وَلَن تَزالَ مِن يَدٍ
إِلى يَدٍ هَذي الكُرَه
The valley of Nada and its rain
And its flowing spring
أَينَ أَبوكِ مالُهُ
وَجاهُهُ وَالمَقدِرَه
Where are the palaces and mansions
And the languid homes
وادي النَدى وَغَيثُهُ
وَعَينُهُ المُفَجَّرَه
Where are the white nights and the
Saffron dawns
أَينَ الأُمورُ وَالقُصو
رُ وَالبُدورُ المُخدَرَه
And where is in the corner of the country his
Everlasting hand
أَينَ اللَيالي البيضُ وَال
أَصائِلُ المُزَعفَرَه
And where is that determined ambition
That accomplished and prepared
وَأَينَ في رُكنِ البِلا
دِ يَدَهُ المُعَمِّرَه
Seeking to colonize Egypt or more
Where is time in relation to it
وَأَينَ تِلكَ الهِمَّةُ ال
ماضِيَةُ المُشَمِّرَه
It countered and stumbled it
So if you are determined, remember
تَبغي لِمِصرَ الشَرقُ أَو
أَكثَرَهُ مُستَعمَرَه
The predetermined destinies
Those who do not endure, people do not
جَرى الزَمانُ دونَها
فَرَدَّهُ وَأَعثَرَه
Seek excuses
فَإِن هَمَمتَ فَاِذكُرِ ال
مَقادِرَ المُقَدَّرَه
مَن لا يُصِب فَالناسُ لا
يَلتَمِسونَ المَعذِرَه
