يَدُلُّ عَلى فَضلِ المَماتِ وَكَونِهِ

إِراحَةَ جِسمٍ أَنَّ مَسلَكَهُ صَعبُ

It indicates the virtue of death and that it

Is a relief for the body that its path is arduous

أَلَم تَرَ أَنَّ المَجدَ تَلَقّاكَ دونَهُ

شَدائِدُ مِن أَمثالِها وَجَبَ الرُعبُ

Have you not seen that glory awaits you after it

Through tribulations like it, fear became a duty

إِذا اِفتَرَقَت أَجزاؤُنا حُطَّ ثُقلُنا

وَنَحمِلُ عِبئاً حينَ يَلتَئِمُ الشَعبُ

When our parts separate, our burden lightens

And we bear a load when the nation unites

وَأَمسِ ثَوى راعيكَ وَهوَ مُوَدِّعٌ

وَلَو كانَ حَيّاً قامَ في يَدِهِ قَعبُ

Yesterday, your shepherd passed away while bidding farewell

And if he were alive, a staff would be in his hand