يا عَينِ جودي بِالدُموعِ الغِزار

وَاِبكي عَلى أَروَعَ حامي الذِمار

Oh my eye, be generous with your flowing tears

And cry for the grandest defender against adversaries

فَرعٍ مِنَ القَومِ كَريمِ الجَدا

أَنماهُ مِنهُم كُلُّ مَحضِ النِجار

A branch from a generous people, noble lineage

Raised by them, nothing but the best timber

أَقولُ لَمّا جاءَني هُلكُهُ

وَصَرَّحَ الناسُ بِنَجوى السِرار

I say, when news of his death reached me

And people whispered in secret

أُخَيَّ إِمّا تَكُ وَدَّعتَنا

وَحالَ مِن دونِكَ بُعدُ المَزار

Oh brother, whether you bid us farewell

Or distance keeps you from your grave

فَرُبَّ عُرفٍ كُنتَ أَسدَيتَهُ

إِلى عِيالٍ وَيَتامى صِغار

How many kind acts you bestowed

Upon orphans and little ones

وَرُبَّ نُعمى مِنكَ أَنعَمتَها

عَلى عُناةٍ غُلَّقٍ في الإِسار

How much bounty you granted

To captives in chains

أَهلي فِداءٌ لِلَّذي غودِرَت

أَعظُمُهُ تَلمَعُ بَينَ الخَبار

My family is ransomed for one so wronged

The greatest among them shone between adverts

صَريعِ أَرماحٍ وَمَشحوذَةٍ

كَالبَرقِ يَلمَعنَ خِلالَ الدِيار

A slain hero of thrusting polished spears

Like lightning flashing through homes

مَن كانَ يَوماً باكِياً سَيِّداً

فَليَبكِهِ بِالعَبَراتِ الحِرار

Let those who once wept for a master

Now weep for him with burning tears

وَلتَبكِهِ الخَيلُ إِذا غودِرَت

بِساحَةِ المَوتِ غَداةَ العِثار

Let the horses weep when their master is lost

In the field of death after stumbling

وَليَبكِهِ كُلُّ أَخي كُربَةٍ

ضاقَت عَلَيهِ ساحَةُ المُستَجار

Let every brother in distress weep

When the refuge grows too confining

رَبيعُ هُلّاكٍ وَمَأوى نَدىً

حينَ يَخافُ الناسُ قَحطَ القِطار

A spring rain for the slain, a shelter for dew

When people fear drought suspending rain

أَسقى بِلاداً ضُمِّنَت قَبرَهُ

صَوبُ مَرابيعِ الغُيوثِ السَوار

He watered a land hosting his grave

With clouds pouring heavy rain

وَما سُؤالي ذاكَ إِلّا لِكَي

يُسقاهُ هامٍ بِالرَوي في القِفار

My only question, so he might be quenched

By a downpour in the arid desert

قُل لِلَّذي أَضحى بِهِ شامِتاً

إِنَّكَ وَالمَوتَ مَعاً في شِعار

Say to those who rejoice at his fate

You and death are both destined

هَوَّنَ وَجدي أَنَّ مَن سَرَّهُ

مَصرَعَهُ لاحِقُهُ لا تُمار

It eased my sorrow that he who cheered

His death pursues him, never resting

وَإِنَّما بَينَهُما رَوحَةٌ

في إِثرِ غادٍ سارَ حَدَّ النَهار

Between them just a moment

After one who marched by daylight's end

يا ضارِبَ الفارِسِ يَومَ الوَغى

بِالسَيفِ في الحَومَةِ ذاتِ الأُوار

Oh you who struck the knight in battle

With your sword in the land of thorn trees

يَردي بِهِ في نَقعِها سابِحٌ

أَجرَدُ كَالسِرحانِ ثَبتُ الحِضار

Hurling him into its pits, smooth

As the desert lynx, firm in slaughter

نازَلتَ أَبطالاً لَها ذادَةً

حَتّى ثَنَوا عَن حُرُماتِ الذِمار

You battled champions protecting her

Until they shunned harming homes

حَلَفتُ بِالبَيتِ وَزُوّارِهِ

إِذ يُعمِلونَ العيسَ نَحوَ الجِمار

I swear by the House and its visitors

As they set the smooth stones towards pebbles

لا أَجزَعُ الدَهرَ عَلى هالِكٍ

بَعدَكَ ما حَنَّت هَوادي العِشار

I will not lament after you are gone

Though the valleys of goodwill mourn you

يا لَوعَةً بانَت تَباريحُها

تَقدَحُ في قَلبي شَجاً كَالشَرار

Oh what anguish appeared in my core

Like embers bursting within my heart

أَبدى لِيَ الجَفوَةَ مِن بَعدِهِ

مَن كانَ مِن ذي رَحِمٍ أَو جِوار

Those once kin or neighbors now spurn me

Should time finish with you

إِن يَكُ هَذا الدَهرُ أَودى بِهِ

وَصارَ مَسحاً لِمَجاري القِطار

And you become a course for flowing sands

For every living meets decay

فَكُلُّ حَيٍّ صائِرٌ لِلبَلى

وَكُلُّ حَبلٍ مَرَّةً لِاِندِثار

And every rope must someday unravel