سَلَبَ الرَدى وَزَرَ القَتيل سُلالَتي

سَلَبَ الرَدى وَزَرَ القَتيل سُلالَتي

لمّا زَكا وَزَرى عَلى أَنجابِهِ

لمّا زَكا وَزَرى عَلى أَنجابِهِ

Death stole my offspring, the slain man's refuge,

Death snatched away my offspring, the refuge of the slain,

When my refuge rose above his noble sons.

Just as my shelter had flourished beyond his noble roots;

وَبَقيتُ توبِقُني البَوائِقُ بَعدَهُ

وَبَقيتُ توبِقُني البَوائِقُ بَعدَهُ

وَالدَهرُ لَو أَبقاهُ لي أَنجى بِهِ

وَالدَهرُ لَو أَبقاهُ لي أَنجى بِهِ

And I remained, calamities ruining me after him;

And I remained, ravaged by calamities in his wake,

And had Time spared him for me, it would have saved me through him.

When Fate—had it spared him for me—would have been my salvation.