يا أُمُّ عَمروٍ أَلا تَبكينَ مُعوِلَةً

عَلى أَخيكِ وَقَد أَعلى بِهِ الناعي

O mother of Amr, do not weep helplessly

For your brother as the mourner proclaims him

فَاِبكي وَلا تَسأَمي نَوحاً مُسَلِّبَةً

عَلى أَخيكِ رَفيعِ الهَمِّ وَالباعِ

So weep ceaselessly, lamenting bitterly

For your exalted, noble brother

فَقَد فُجِعتِ بِمَيمونٍ نَقيبَتُهُ

جَمِّ المَخارِجِ ضَرّارٍ وَنَفّاعِ

You have been bereaved of Maymun, whose leadership

Was most eminent, a lion in times of peril

فَمَن لَنا إِن رُزِئناهُ وَفارَقَنا

بِسَيِّدٍ مِن وَراءِ القَومِ دَفّاعِ

For who do we have if we lose him and he leaves us

With no lord behind the people as defender

قَد كانَ سَيِّدَنا الداعي عَشيرَتَهُ

لا تَبعَدَنَّ فَنِعمَ السَيِّدُ الداعي

He used to summon his tribe as their lord

May he not be far, excellent was that summoner