عَامُكَ الثَّالِثُ وافى يَا أَميرِي
لَمْ تَمُتْ بَلْ أَنتَ حَي في ضَمِيرِي
Three years have passed, my prince, since you left
Yet you still live within my heart and mind
لَسْتُ أَنسَى كيْفَ أَنْسَى أَبَدَ
الدَّهْرِ خِدْنِي وَحَبِيبِي وَنَصِيرِي
How could I ever forget, not for a moment
My lifetime's companion, beloved and aide
كَيْفَ أَنسَى عَطْفَهُ أَوْ ظَرْفَهُ
أَو بَشاشَاتِ مُحَيَّاهُ المُنِيرِ
How could I forget your kindness or your grace
Or the cheer of your radiant smile
كَيْفَ أَنْسى ذلِكَ الإِقْدَامَ إِنْ
أَحجَمَ الشُّجْعَانُ فِي الأَمْرِ الخَطِيرِ
How forget your valour whenever faced
With situations dire, though cowards recoiled
كَيْف أَنْسى صَوْلَةَ الحَزْمِ إِذا
قُرِنَتْ بِالعَزْمِ فِي الْقَلْبِ الكبِيرِ
How forget your judiciousness paired with resolve
In your magnanimous heart and soul
كَيْف أَنْسَى جوْدَ ذَاكَ الْمُجْتَدَى
والتِّراكَ الحُلوَ مِنْ ذَاكَ القَدِيرِ
How forget the generosity of that noble one
And the gentle humor of that mighty lord
لَمْ يَكنْ فِي الشَّرْقِ قَيْلٌ مِثْلُهُ
حَوَّلَ البَأْسَ إِلى رِفْقٍ وَخِيرِ
None in the East compared to you my prince
For you turned cruelty into mercy and good
قَامَةٌ كالرُّمْحِ وَجْهٌ كَالضُّحى
هَيْبةٌ كاللَّيْثِ لُطْفٌ كَالعبِيرِ
Stature like a spear, face like the dawn
Awe like a lion, charm like sweet perfume
كَانَ ما يَبْنِي لِمُسْتَقبَلِهِ
خَيْرُ مَا يَبْنِي حَصِيفٌ لِلمَصِيرِ
You built for the future as wisely as any could
To prepare for what destiny might bring
آهِ لوْ أُمْهِلَ عَاماً بَعْدَ مَا
هَيَّأ الأَسْبَابَ فِي الْعامِ الأَخِيرِ
Oh, if only you were granted one more year
To fulfill the plans made in your final days
لَرَأَتْ أُمَّتهُ مِن بِرِّهِ
عِظَماً فِي الْبَذْلِ مَفْقُودَ النَّظِيرِ
Your people would have seen such generosity
A peerless openhandedness and giving
بُغْيَةٌ لِلْخَيْرِ حَالَتْ دُونَهَا
قَسْوَةُ المَوْتِ عَلى الشَّعْبِ الْفَقِيرِ
But cruel death obstructed this noble aim
And afflicted the poor with its bitter sting
إِنْ يَكُنْ أَخطأَها قَسْراً لَقَدْ
جَلَّ مَا قَدَّمَ فِي الْعُمْرِ الْقَصِيرِ
If perchance you faltered, still you excelled
In all you accomplished in your years brief
مَنْ عَذِيرِي إِنَّني أَبْكِي وَمَا
كُلُّ مَفْقُودٍ كَهَذا مَنْ عَذِيرِي
Who can blame my tears, for one so great as you
No loss can compare, who then can blame my grief
إِنمَا الشَّكوَى وَقَدْ عَزَّ الأَسَا
آخِرُ السَّلوَى لذِي الْقَلْبِ الْكسِيرِ
Though complaint is fruitless when fate has ruled
It comforts the broken heart to voice its woe
