يا عَينِ جودي بِالدُموعِ
عَلى الفَتى القَرمِ الأَغَر
O my eyes, shed tears
For the noble, virtuous young man
أَبيَضُ أَبلَجُ وَجهُهُ
كَالشَمسِ في خَيرِ البَشَر
His face is white as snow
Like the sun among the best of men
وَالشَمسُ كاسِفَةٌ لِمَهلَكِهِ
وَما اِتَّسَقَ القَمَر
The sun is eclipsed by his death
The moon did not align
وَالإِنسُ تَبكي وُلَّهاً
وَالجِنُّ تُسعِدُ مَن سَمَر
Mankind cries in grief
And even jinn mourn his passing
وَالوَحشُ تَبكي شَجوَها
لَمّا أَتى عَنهُ الخَبَر
Wild beasts cry their anguish
When the news of him came
المِدرَهُ الفَيّاضُ يَحمِلُ
عَن عَشيرَتِهِ الكِبَر
The generous, overflowing rain cloud
Bears the burden for his people
يُعطي الجَزيلَ وَلا يَمُنَّ
وَلَيسَ شيمَتُهُ العَسَر
He gives abundantly, never stingy
Generosity is his way
وَيلي عَلَيهِ وَيلَةً
أَصبَحتُ حِصني مُنكَسِر
Woe to me for his loss
My fortress lies broken
