أَغَادِيَةً بَكَرَتْ بِالحَيَا

رَعَتْكِ العِنَايَةُ مِنْ غَادِيَهْ

She bloomed at dawn with life,

Providence grazed you from the fading ones.

إِذَا مَا سَكَبْتِ طَهُورَ النَّدَى

أَلِمِّي بِبَاحِثَةِ البَادِيَهْ

When you poured the purity of dew,

Touch me with the seeker of the desert.

أَجَفَّ الرَّدَى غُصْنَهَا وَالغُصُو

نُ فِي الرَّوْضِ زهرةٌ نَادِيَهْ

Time's corruption withered its branch and blossoms in the garden called out.

Egypt's captive, the unique one of an era,

فَقِيدَةْ مِصْرٍ فَرِيدَةُ عَصْرٍ

لَهَا كُلُّ غَانِيَةٍ فَادِيَهْ

Every singer has sung her praises.

She was the literary figure of her days,

وَكَانَتْ أَدِيبَةَ أَيَّامِهَا

وَكَانَتْ مَنَارَتَهَا الهَادِيَهْ

And its guiding beacon.

When we read one of her verses,

إِذَا مَا قَرَأْنَا لَهَا آيَةً

حَسِبْنَا الحُرُوفَ بِهَا شَادِيَهْ

We deemed the letters singing through her.

Fate assailed her murderously,

أَلَمَّ بِهَا دَهْرَهَا قَاتِلاً

فَيَا قِتْلَةً لا تَفِيهَا دِيَهْ

Oh what a loss no blood money can replace!

The lyre weeps sorrowfully for her,

تَظَل الكِنَانَةُ تَبْكِي أَسىً

عَلَيْهَا وَمُهْجَتُهَا صَادِيَهْ

And its strings lament her.