عمر الخير يا شبيه أبيه

أنت لو عشة قد خلفت يزيدا

May you live long, O son of his father,

If you had lived, you would have begotten another Yazid,

سلَّط الحتف في الغمام عليه

فتلقّى الغمام روحاً سعيدا

Death in the clouds had power over him,

So the clouds received a blissful soul,

أيُّها الراكبان من عبد شمسٍ

بلِّغا الشَّأم أهلها والجنودا

O you two riders of the Abdishams tribe,

Convey to Syria its people and soldiers,

أنَّ خير الفتيان أصبح في لحد

دٍ وأمسى من الكرام فقيدا

That the best of young men lies in a grave,

And the most generous passed away.