ثَلاثَةُ أَيّامٍ لِأَهلِ تَنافُرٍ

وَلَكِنَّ قَولَ المُسلِمينَ هُوَ الثَبتُ

Three days for people of discord

Yet the word of Muslims is the definitive one

يَرى الأَحَدَ النَصرِيُّ عيداً لِأَهلِهِ

وَجُمعَتُنا عيدٌ لَنا وَلَك السَبتُ

The Nazarene sees Sunday as a feast for his people

While our gathering on Friday is our feast, and yours is Saturday

وَما الناسُ إِلّا خالِفٌ بَعدَ سالِفٍ

كَذَلِكَ نَبتُ الأَرضِ يَخلُفُهُ النَبتُ

People are but discordant after harmonious

Just as crops grow to replace crops

إِذا اِفتَكَرَ الإِنسانُ في أَمرِ دينِهِ

بَدا نَبَأٌ يَثني الحِجى وَبِهِ كَبت

When man reflects on matters of his faith

News appears, folding reason, humbling it

فَهَل خَبَرٌ عَن أَنفُسٍ بانَ وَفدُها

إِلى اللَهِ مَعمورٍ بِأَجسامِها الخَبتُ

Is there any report on souls whose delegation

To God has arrived, their decayed bodies left behind?