كم يا ابن خالاه اكتوت

كبدي عليك ومهجتي

How long, O son of my uncle, have I wept

My liver and gallbladder are in agony over you

لكنني مستوثقُ

بحميد تلك السيرةِ

Yet I am certain

Of your good character

قد سرت يأتيان من

دار الشقا للجنَّةِ

You have traveled from

The abode of torment to Paradise

وبلغت يا حنا المنى

إذ أن رب العزةِ

And you have attained, O Hanna, what you wished

Since the Lord of Might

ناداك في تاريخه

اغنم بطامي رحمتي

Called you in His chronicles

Reap the rewards of My mercy