يا قبرُ اهنأ بما أُوتيتَ من ظَفَرِ

فقد حَوَيتَ كرامَ البدوِ والحَضَرِ

O grave, congratulations on what you have been given of victory

For you have contained the nobles of nomads and settlers

حَويتَ مَن هزَّ ركنَ العلم مَصرعهم

من بعد ما أَلبسوهُ أَفخَرَ الحَبرِ

You contained those who shook the pillar of knowledge with their deaths

After they had worn the most splendid attire

حَويتَ كنزاً ثميناً لو عرَفت لهُ

قدراً لفَاخرتَ فيهِ أَثمنَ الدُرَرِ

You contained a precious treasure, if only you knew

Its value, you would have boasted about it, the most precious gems

يا قبرُ لم تحوِ أرضٌ ما حَويتَ من الـ

آدابِ والخُلُق الغرَّآءِ فافتخرِ

O grave, no land contains what you contain

Of etiquette, morals and virtuous character, so pride yourself

ويحي على كلِّ فردٍ منهمُ وعَلَى

ما ضمَّ ذا القبرُ من شمسٍ ومن قَمَرِ

And woe to me for every individual among them and for

What this grave contains of sun and moon

يا قبر قد عادَ ابراهيمُ واأسفَى

يُضوَى إلى أسرَةٍ من أَتعسِ الأُسَرِ

O grave, Ibrahim has returned and mourned

To the most wretched of families

فأَيُّ عينٍ لهذا الخطب ما نَزفَت

دماً وأيُّ فؤَآدٍ غير مُنفَطرِ

So which eye did not shed blood for this misfortune

And which heart is not broken

وَيلاهُ من نكدِ الأيَّام كم فَتكَت

بنا ولم تُبق لي صبراً ولم تَذَرِ

And woe to me from the setbacks of days, how they destroyed

Us and left me no patience or composure

يا قبرُ أكرم نزيلاً حلَّ فيكَ ولا

تُمتَعنَّ البلى من جسمهِ النَّضرِ

O grave, honor your guest who settled in you

And do not let decay touch his fresh body

من لي بخط يراعٍ منكَ مُبتَكرٍ

كيما اخطُّ رثاءً فيكَ مُبتَكَرِ

I wish I had the pen of a sharp poet

So I could eulogize you with spontaneous elegy

يا مَن تَناولَت الأَقطارَ شهرتُهُ

وعمَّ نورُ ضياهُ أَبعدَ الجُزُرِ

O you whose fame reached all corners

And the light of your glow illuminated the farthest islands

مَن للمَحابر والأَقلامِ بعدَكُم

وَمن لجمعِ صَحيح القول مُنتَثرِ

After you who will bring eloquent words together

Scattered and speak rightfully for platforms and pens

فأَيُّ فنٍ وَما كنتَ الخبيرُ بهِ

وايُّهُ لم تُعِرهُ صادقَ النَظَرِ

Which art were you not an expert of

And which did you not survey with truthful insight

يا مَن مَضَى وَجميلُ الصبر يتبعُهُ

هل من سبيلٍ إلى لقياك مُنتَظرِ

O you who passed away while beautiful patience follows him

Is there a way to meet you while I longingly wait

قد كُنتَ مني مكان الروح من جَسَدي الـ

ـمُضنَى وكُنت مَكانَ النورمن بَصَري

You were to me like the soul to my grieving body

And like the light to my vision

إن كانت العين مني لاَ تراكَ فقد

يَراكَ قلبي وإن غيّبتَ عن نَظَرَي

If my eyes cannot see you, then my heart can see you

Even if you disappear from my sight

عليكَ رحمةُ ربّ العرش ما عَبَقت

لسنُ الدُهُور بريَّا ذكرك العطرِ

Upon you the mercy of the Lord of the Throne for as long

As the orbits of time your fragrant mention endured