يا لِلرِجالِ لِدَمعٍ هاجَ بِالسَنَنِ

لَقَد عَجِبتُ لِمَن يَبكي عَلى الدِمَنِ

O weepers, shed tears that flow for the slain

I am amazed that some weep for houses of clay

إِنّي رَأَيتُ أَمينَ اللَهِ مُضطَهَداً

عُثمانَ رَهناً لَدى الأَجداثِ وَالكَفَنِ

I saw the trustee of God persecuted

Othman held hostage by shrouds and the sword

يا قاتَلَ اللَهُ قَوماً كانَ شَأنُهُمُ

قَتلَ الإِمامِ الأَمينِ المُسلِمِ الفَطِنِ

May God destroy a people who slew

The leader, the Muslim of wisdom and faith

ما قَتَلوهُ عَلى ذَنبٍ أَلَمَّ بِهِ

إِلّا الَّذي نَطَقوا زوراً وَلَم يَكُنِ

They killed him not for any crime he committed

Except the lies they spoke that did not exist

إِذا تَذَكَّرتُهُ فاضَت بِأَربَعَةٍ

عَيني بِدَمعٍ عَلى الخَدَّينِ مُحتَتِنِ

When I remember him my eyes shed

Tears down my cheeks in floods of four