يا عَينُ جودي بِالدُموعِ وَبِالدِما

أَسَفاً عَلى عُلَمائِنا أَهلَ العَمَلِ

O my eyes, shed tears and blood

In grief for our scholars, the people of action

ما زالَ سَيفُ الحَتفِ يَنحو نَحوَهُم

حَتّى اِنتَهى لِلرَأسِ وَاِنقَطَعَ الأَمَلِ

The sword of death still inclines toward them

Until it has reached the head and hope is cut off