أَسْعِدَاني يا مُقْلَتَيَّ وَنُوحَا

لا تَمَلاَّ البُكَا ولا تَسْتَرِيْحَا

My tearful eyes brought me joy and sorrow,

Do not cease weeping or find respite,

إِنّ شَقْرَاءَ أَزْعَجَتْها المَنَايَا

عَنْ قُصُورٍ وَأَسْكَنَتْها ضَرِيْحَا

For the fair one's demise has caused distress,

Taking her from palaces and laying her in a tomb.

فَسَقَى اللَّهُ ذلك الجِسْمِ جِسْماً

وَتَلَقّى بالرَّوْحِ تِلْكَ الرُّوحَا

May God water that body with a body,

And may that soul receive that soul.

لو أكونُ التُرابَ ما كُنْتُ أَبْلَى

حِيْنَ يَهْدِي إليَّ وَجْهَا مَلِيْحَا

If I were dust I would not waste away,

When a beautiful face is turned towards me.