يا عَينِ جودي بِدَمعٍ مِنكِ تَهمالِ

وَعَبرَةٍ بِنَحيبٍ بَعدَ إِعوالِ

O my eyes, shed tears generously,

And sobbing laments after stumbling,

لا تَسأَمي أَن تَجودي غَيرَ خاذِلَةٍ

فَيضاً كَفَيضِ غُروبٍ ذاتِ أَوشالِ

Do not grow weary of shedding freely, unfailing,

A downpour like the twilight with long shadows.

وَاِبكي لِصَخرٍ طِوالَ الدَهرِ وَاِنتَحِبي

حَتّى تُحُلّي ضَريحاً بَينَ أَجبالِ

And cry for a rock enduring through the ages, wail

Until you adorn a tomb between mountains.

يا لَهفَ نَفسي عَلى صَخرٍ وَقَد لَهِفَت

نَفسي إِذا اِلتَفَّ أَبطالٌ بِأَبطالِ

Oh how my soul yearns for a rock, and yearned

My soul when heroes gathered with heroes.

وَاِبكيهِ لِلطارِقِ المُنتابِ نائِلَهُ

وَفي الحَقيقَةِ وَالإِعطاءِ لِلمالِ

And cry for him the nightly visitor, achieving

True generosity and giving wealth.

وَاِبكيهِ لِلخَيلِ تَحتَ النَقعِ عابِسَةً

كَأَنَّ أَكتافَها عُلَّت بِجِريالِ

And cry for him, for the horses beneath the saddle blankets morose,

As if their shoulders were draped with chainmail.

يَذودُها عَن حِمامِ المَوتِ ذائِدَةٌ

كَاللَيثِ يَحمي عَريناً دونَ أَشبالِ

Warding them off from the death struggle, repelling

Like a lion guarding a den beyond the cubs.

سَقى الإِلَهُ ضَريحاً جَنَّ أَعظُمَهُ

وَروحَهُ بِغَزيرِ المُزنِ هَطّالِ

God watered a tomb most glorious,

And its soul with copious destined rains.