أَنعي فَتى الجُود إِلى الجود

أَنعي فَتى الجُود إِلى الجود

ما مِثلُ مَن أَنعي بِمَوجودِ

ما مِثلُ مَن أَنعي بِمَوجودِ

I announce generosity’s young champion to generosity itself.

To generosity I announce the death of generosity’s young man.

I mourn the generous youth with generosity

None like the one I mourn is to be found.

None like the man I mourn is to be found.

None can match the one I mourn, so generous

أَنعي فتىً مصَّ الثَرى بعده

أَنعي فتىً مصَّ الثَرى بعده

بَقيَّة الماءِ مِنَ العُودِ

بَقيَّة الماءِ مِنَ العُودِ

I mourn a young man; after him, the earth sucked up

I mourn a young man after whose passing the soil sucked

I mourn a youth whose body nourished the soil

the last trace of water from the wood.

The last of the water from the wood.

Like moisture lingering in used up wood