عَصَفَت ريحُ النَدى بِالمَشعَلِ فَخَبا

أَيُّها النائِمُ عَنّا وَالعُيونُ في سَهَر

The wind of dew stormed the torch, and it extinguished,

O you who slumber away from us, while eyes remain sleepless,

نَحنُ مِن بَعدِكَ أَسرى لِلشُجون وَالكَدَر

تشتَكي أَرواحُنا ظُلمَ المَنون وَالقَدَر

After you, we are captives to sorrow and gloom,

Our souls complain of the injustice of death and destiny,

لِلسَما لِلَّيلِ لِلفَجرِ الجَلي لِلرُبى

لِلأَقاحي الذابِلاتِ الذاوِيَ كَالأَماني

To the sky, the night, the clear dawn, and the hills,

To the withering daisies, fading away like hopes,

لِلسَواقي النائِحاتِ الباكِيَه كَالغَواني

سَلَبَ الدَهرُ حَلاها الغالِيَه في ثَوانِ

To the wailing streams, weeping like fair maidens,

Time stole away their precious ornaments in mere seconds,

وَبُشاشاتُ الزَمانِ الأَوَّل وَالصِبا

يا رَبيعاً مِن وَفاء وَكَرَم في بَدَن

And the joys of the days of yore and youth.

O spring of loyalty and generosity within a mortal frame,

مَن رَأى قَبلَكَ دُنيا مِن شِيَم في كَفَن

خَلَصتَ روحَكَ مِن سِجنِ الأَلَم وَالشَجَن

Who before you has seen a world of virtues wrapped in a shroud?

You have freed your soul from the prison of pain and grief,

وَمَضى لِلبَحرِ ماءُ الجَدوَلِ طَرِباً

يا كَريمَ الأَصلِ قَد زانَكَ فِعلُك وَصِفاتِك

And the stream's water flowed on to the sea, rejoicing.

O noble of lineage, adorned by your deeds and attributes,

عِشتَ لِلناسِ كَأَنَّ الكُلَّ أَهلُك وَلِداتِك

لَهُم كُلَّ الَّذي تَحوي وَتَمُلُك وَحَياتِك

You lived for the people, as if all were your kin and peers,

Giving them all that you possessed, and your very life.

كُنتَ في دُنيا الضَبابِ المُسدَلِ كَوكَبا

عَصَفَت ريحُ الرَدى بِالمَشعَلِ فَخَبا

In a world of descending fog, you were a shining star.

The wind of death stormed the torch, and it extinguished,

فَإِذا كُلُّ قُصورِ الأَمَلِ كَالهَبا

فَإِذا كُلُّ قُصورِ الأَمَلِ كَالهَبا

And lo, all the palaces of hope became like scattered dust,

And lo, all the palaces of hope became like scattered dust.