ألا يا عَينُ بَكِّي لي شَنِينَا

وَبَكِّي لي الملوكَ الذَّاهِبينَا

Oh eye, weep for me bitterly

And weep for the departed kings

مُلُوكًا مِن بَنِي حُجْرِ بنِ عَمْرٍو

يُسَاقُونَ العَشِيَّةَ يُقْتَلُونَا

Kings from the sons of Hujr ibn Amr

Led in the evening, slaughtered

فلو في يَومِ مَعْرَكَةٍ أُصِيبُوا

ولكنْ في دِيارِ بني مَرِينَا

If only on a day of battle they were struck

But in the abodes of the tribe of Marīna

فلمْ تُغْسَلْ جَمَاجِمُهُمْ بِغِسْلٍ

ولكنْ بالدِّمَاءِ مُرَمَّلِينَا

Their skulls were not washed with water

But clotted with blood they were smeared

تَظَلُّ الطَّيرُ عَاكِفَةً عليهمْ

وَتَنْتَزِعُ الحَوَاجِبَ والعُيُونَا

The birds hover over them

Plucking out the eyebrows and the eyes