سقيت غيث الرضى يا لحد مندرج

من فقدهِ كل قلبٍ حاسراً أنّا

He watered the plant of contentment, O how much it grew

For one who lost it, every heart was desolate

ألقت إليه المنايا شل ساعدها

سهماُ بحل فؤادٍ نافذاً رنّا

Death cast its paralysis upon its arm

An arrow pierced a heart flowing blood

كان الصلاح له مع كل مكرمةٍ

وطهر نفسٍ قريناً والتقى خدنا

Righteousness was his friend and every virtue

A pure soul his mate and piety his cheek

مذ فارق الآل أضحى في النعيم له

انس الملائك من هنّا ومن هنّا

Since he left his family, he found bliss

The angels became his companions here and there

وفاز من ربه قال المؤرخ قل

ببذل رحمته البحريّ يوحنا

And he won from his Lord, said the chronicler, say

With his vast mercy, John