وُهَيْبُ نَجْلِي سَقَى الرَّبَابْ

وُهَيْبُ نَجْلِي سَقَى الرَّبَابْ

قَبْرَكَ قَلْبِي عَلَيكَ ذَابْ

قَبْرَكَ قَلْبِي عَلَيكَ ذَابْ

Wuhayb, my son, may the clouds water

My son's love watered the lute

Wuhaib, my son, may the white clouds water

your grave; my heart has melted in grief for you.

Your grave melted my heart for you

Your grave; my heart has melted over you.

بُنَيِّ يَا بُنْيَةَ ارْتِيَاحِي

بُنَيِّ يَا بُنْيَةَ ارْتِيَاحِي

إِنِّي بُعَيْدَكَ فِي انْتِحَابْ

إِنِّي بُعَيْدَكَ فِي انْتِحَابْ

My little son, O edifice of my joy,

My son, my daughter, be at peace

My little boy, O foundation of my joy,

indeed, so soon after your passing, I am sobbing.

For I am in torment without you

Indeed, so soon after you left, I am lost in weeping.

غَرَسْتُ حُبَّكَ فِي فُؤَادِي

غَرَسْتُ حُبَّكَ فِي فُؤَادِي

لَمَّا غَرَسْتُكَ فِي الترابْ

لَمَّا غَرَسْتُكَ فِي الترابْ

I planted love for you in my heart

I planted my love for you in my heart

I planted your love within my heart

when I planted you in the earth.

When I planted you in the soil

When I planted you within the earth.

فَالحُبُّ يَنْمُو ولسْتَ تَنْمو

فَالحُبُّ يَنْمُو ولسْتَ تَنْمو

وَالقَلْبُ يَصْلَى لَظَى اكْتِئابْ

وَالقَلْبُ يَصْلَى لَظَى اكْتِئابْ

So love grows, while you do not grow,

Love grows though you cannot grow

So my love grows, while you grow no more,

and the heart burns in the blaze of sorrow.

And my heart prays, depressed with gloom

And my heart burns in the blazing fire of grief.

مِتَّ صَغيراً وَإِنَّ وَجْدِي

مِتَّ صَغيراً وَإِنَّ وَجْدِي

بِكَ يَجِلُّ عَنِ الْحِسَابْ

بِكَ يَجِلُّ عَنِ الْحِسَابْ

You died young, yet my grief

You died so young, yet my passion for you

You died so young, yet indeed my anguish

for you is beyond reckoning.

Is too great to calculate

For you is too immense for any reckoning.

فَمَاتَ صَبْرِي الكَبيرُ مَوْتاً

فَمَاتَ صَبْرِي الكَبيرُ مَوْتاً

وَإِنَّهُ لِمِنَ اللُّبَابْ

وَإِنَّهُ لِمِنَ اللُّبَابْ

So my mighty patience died utterly,

My great patience has died such a death

Thus, my great patience suffered its own death,

and surely it was of the purest kind.

Though it was the patience of rationality

Even though it was of the purest essence.

رَيْحَانَ قَلْبِي نَعِمْتَ أَرِّجْ

رَيْحَانَ قَلْبِي نَعِمْتَ أَرِّجْ

رَيْحانَ أجْرِي إِلَى الْحِسَابْ

رَيْحانَ أجْرِي إِلَى الْحِسَابْ

O sweet basil of my heart, may you enjoy bliss; make fragrant

Fragrance of my heart, you brought ease

O sweet basil of my heart, be in bliss, and perfume

the sweet basil of my reward until the Reckoning.

Fragrance of my reward, face the Reckoning

The sweet basil of my reward until the Day of Reckoning.

وَسَلْ لِوَالِدِكَ الْمُعَنَّى

وَسَلْ لِوَالِدِكَ الْمُعَنَّى

مِنْ رَبِّكَ الْوَاهِبِ الثَّوَابْ

مِنْ رَبِّكَ الْوَاهِبِ الثَّوَابْ

And ask, for your anguished father,

And ask your Lord, the Giver of Reward

And ask on behalf of your suffering father,

reward from your Lord, the Giver.

For your father who was so afflicted

From your Lord, the Bestower of rewards;

قَدْ كَانَ يَقْضِي عَلَيْكَ وَجْداً

قَدْ كَانَ يَقْضِي عَلَيْكَ وَجْداً

لَوْلاَ التَّرَقُّبُ لِلذَّهَابْ

لَوْلاَ التَّرَقُّبُ لِلذَّهَابْ

He would indeed have perished in grief over you,

Grieving for you, he would have perished

He would have surely died of sorrow over you,

but for his awaiting departure.

Had he not awaited his own departure

Were it not for the anticipation of his own departure.

وَرُوحُكَ الَّلتْ زَكَتْ سَقَتْهَا

وَرُوحُكَ الَّلتْ زَكَتْ سَقَتْهَا

مِنْ رَوْحِ سَيِّدِكَ الذِّهَابْ

مِنْ رَوْحِ سَيِّدِكَ الذِّهَابْ

And your soul, grown pure, has been watered

And your soul, made pure, was watered

And may your purified soul be watered

by showers of your Master's mercy.

By the soul of your Master, the Everlasting

By the continuous, gentle rains of your Lord's mercy.