فِي فِلْسْطِينَ أَيُّ نَجْمٍ أَنَارَا
فَأَقَرَّ العُيُونَ ثُمَّ تَوَارَى
In Palestine, which star lit up
Bringing joy to eyes before hiding away
شُبِّه لِلْمَسِيحِ أَوْفَى عَلَيْهَا
زَمَناً لَمْ يَطلْ وَأَلْقَى السِّتَارَا
Likened to the Messiah, he was true to it
For a time not long, before drawing the curtain
ما دَهَى الأُمَّة الَّتِي فَقَدَتْهُ
أَفْدَحَ الرُّزْءِ فقْدِهَا الحَجَّارَا
How grieved the nation that lost him
With tremendous agony, losing their gem
بَانَ عَنْهَا فَجْأَة قَهْرَ ثَكْلى
مُسْلِمُوهَا فِي مَأْتَمٍ وَالنَّصارَى
His sudden death exposed their affliction
Muslims mourning, and Christians too
عَمَّ إِحْسَانُهُ الدِّيَارَ فَلَمَّا
غَابَ عَمَّ الأَسَى عَلَيْهِ الدِّيَارَا
His kindness spread through the land, but when
He was gone, sorrow spread through the land
لَمْ يَسِرْ بِالأَبِ المُشَيَّع شَعبٌ
وَهْوَ بَاكٍ كَمَا بِهِ الشَّعْبُ سَارَا
No people walked with the mourning father
As the people walked, crying with him
رَجُلٌ شَرَّفَ الرِّجَالَ وَحِبْرٌ
بِالمُبِرَّاتِ شَرَّفَ الأَحْبَارَا
A man who honored men, and a priest
Who honored priests with pieties
عَالِمٌ عَامِلٌ نَقِيٌّ تَقِيٌّ
يَمْلأُ النَّفسَ رَوْعة وَوِقَارَا
A scholar, worker, pure, devout
Filling the soul with awe and dignity
بَلَغَ الشَّأوَ كَاتِباً وَخَطِيباً
وَكَسَا الضَّادَ مَا تَشَاءُ فَخَارَا
He reached high stature as writer and orator
And wore the Arabic script however he wished
عَبْقرِيٌّ بِفِكْرِه لا يُسَامَى
وَبِمَجْرَى بَيَانه لا يُجَارَى
A genius in mind, peerless
In eloquence, none can compete
نَفَعَ النَّاسَ فِي الْحَيَاة وَوَلّى
نَفْعُهُمْ بَعْدَ عَيْنهِ الآثارَا
He benefited people in life, and after
His death, the benefits remained
وَبِرَأْيٍ مَاضٍ وَقَلْبٍ شُجاعٍ
مِنْ عدُوِّ الذِّمَارِ صَانَ الذِّمَارَا
With resolute opinion and brave heart
He protected the sanctuaries from the enemy
مَنْ رَأَى نَظْمُهُ جِسَامَ المسَاعِي
كيْفَ يَسْطِيعُ نَظْمَهَا أَشْعَارَا
Whoever saw the monument of his deeds
How could poems describe them?
يَا فَقِيدَ الأَوْطَانِ بَلْ يا شَهِيداً
خَالِداً بَيْنَ أَهْلِها تِذْكَارَا
O missing light of nations, nay, O martyr
Immortal among your people as a memento
قَدْ تَرَكْتَ المَجْدَ القَصِيرَ مَدَاهُ
فَالْقَ مَجْداً يُطَاوِلُ الأَدْهَارَا
You left fleeting glory behind
To find glory that endures ages
وَتَمَتَّع بالقُرْبِ مِنْ عرْشِ رَبٍ
كُنْتَ فِي الأَرْضِ عَبْدَهُ المُخْتَارَا
And drew near on the throne of your Lord
You were on earth His chosen servant
