لا بَيتَ يُسْكنُ إلا فَارَقَ السَّكَنا

ولا امْتَلا فَرحاً إلا امْتَلا حَزَنا

No home is inhabited except it becomes abandoned

Nor any happiness fulfilled except it becomes sorrow

لهْفاً على ميِّتٍ ماتَ السرورُ بهِ

لو كان حَياً لأَحْيا الدِّينَ والسُّنَنا

Yearning for a dead man, joy has died with him

If he were alive, he would revive faith and traditions

واهاً عليك أَبا بكرٍ مُردَّدةً

لو سكَّنَتْ وَلَهاً أو فتَّرتْ شَجَنا

Oh! For you Abu Bakr, I lament repeatedly

If it calmed or lessened our agony

إذا ذكرتُكَ يوماً قلت واحَزَنا

وما يَرُدُّ عليكَ القولُ واحَزَنا

Whenever I remember you I say, alas our sorrow

And no words relieve our sorrow, alas our sorrow

يا سَيِّدي ومراحَ الرُّوحِ في بَدَني

هَلا دَنا الموتُ منّي حيثُ مِنكَ دنا

My master and respite of my soul in my body

Why doesn't death come to me as it came to you

حتى يعودَ بنا قَعرِ مُظلمةٍ

لحْدٌ ويُلبسَنا في واحدٍ كَفَنا

Until it takes us back to a dark depth

A grave, and dresses us in one shroud

يا أطيبَ الناسِ رُوحاً ضمَّهُ بَدَنٌ

أَستودعُ اللَّهَ ذاك الروحَ والبَدَنا

Oh the most fragrant soul in people, a body contained it

I entrust God with that soul and body

لو كنتُ أُعطَى به الدُنيا مُعاوَضَةً

منهُ لما كانتِ الدُّنيا له ثَمَنا

If I were given the world in exchange for it

The world would not have been its price