أَلا بِأَبِي مَنْ كَانَ نُوراً مُجَسَّداً

يَفِيضُ عَلَينَا بِالنَّعِيمِ رَواؤُهُ

Oh my father, whose light embodied

Bestows upon us bounty overflowing

ثَوَى بُرْهَةً في الأَرْضِ حَتى إِذا قَضَى

لُبانَتَهُ مِنْهَا دَعَتْهُ سَمَاؤُهُ

He tarried for a time upon this earth

Until his heavenly abode came calling

وَما كانَ إِلَّا كَوْكَباً حَلَّ بِالثَّرَى

لِوَقْتٍ فَلَمَّا تَمَّ شالَ ضِيَاؤُهُ

For he was but a star that graced the soil

Awhile, but when his time was done, withdrew his glow

نَضَا عَنْهُ أَثْوَابَ الْفَنَاءِ وَرَفْرَفَتْ

إِلَى الْفَلَكِ الأَعْلَى بِهِ مُضوَاؤُهُ

He shed the raiment of demise, unfurled

To highest heaven, radiant in its hallowed flow

فَأَصْبَحَ في لُجٍّ مِنَ النُّورِ سَابِحاً

سَوَاحِلُهُ مَجْهُولَةٌ وَفَضاؤُهُ

Now swimming in a sea of light serene

Unknown his shores, boundless his ebb and flow

تَجَرَّدَ مِنْ غِمْدِ الْحَوادِثِ ناصِعاً

وَمَا السَّيْفُ إِلاَّ أَثْرُهُ ومَضاؤُهُ

Freed from sheath of worldly woes, pristine

Naught left but glimmer of his shining sword’s echo

فإِنْ يَكُ وَلَّى فَهُوَ باقٍ بِأُفْقِهِ

كَنَجْمٍ يَشُوقُ النّاظِرِينَ بَهَاؤُهُ

If he's now gone, still he endures, his visage

A star motivating yearning with its halo

وَلَوْلا اعْتِقَادِي أَنَّهُ في حَظِيرَةٍ

مِنَ الْقُدْسِ لاسْتَوْلَى على الْجَفْنِ ماؤُهُ

And were it not my faith he's in a garden

Celestial, his memory would tears bestow

عَليكَ سَلامٌ مِنْ فُؤادٍ نَزَا بِهِ

إِلَيكَ نِزاعٌ أَعْجَزَ الطِّبَّ داؤُهُ

On you, peace, from a heart that sends

To you, a yearning no remedy can know