من آل نَوفَلَ يافعٌ غَضُّ الصِّبا

كالسَّيفِ أمسَى في تُرابٍ يُغمَدُ

A youth from the family of Nowfal faded like a sword buried in dust

Abdullah, his father, weeps for him as a prisoner weeps for his brother, counting his virtues

يبكيهِ عبدُ اللهِ والدُهُ كما

يبكي السَّليمُ شقيقَهُ ويُعَدِّدُ

He lived happily and gloriously in this life, praised for his perfection and lauded

I inscribed on his lofty tomb “Rejoice! For with your Lord you are most blessed.”

قد عاشَ في الدُّنيا سعيداً ماجداً

يُثنى عليهِ بالكَمال ويُحمَدُ

فكتبتُ تأريخاً بأعلى تُربِهِ

أبشِرْ فإنَّكَ عندَ ربِّكَ أسعَدُ