أَلا يا عَينِ فَاِنهَمِري وَقَلَّت

أَلا يا عَينِ فَاِنهَمِري وَقَلَّت

لِمَرزِئَةٍ أُصِبتُ بِها تَوَلَّت

لِمَرزِئَةٍ أُصِبتُ بِها تَوَلَّت

Ah, O eye, pour forth—yet even that is too little—

Oh eyes, shed tears copiously, and weep

For a calamity that befell me and has passed;

For the loss that has befallen me and made me melt,

لِمَرزِئَةٍ كَأَنَّ النَفسَ مِنها

لِمَرزِئَةٍ كَأَنَّ النَفسَ مِنها

بُعَيدَ النَومِ تُشعَلُ يَومَ غُلَّت

بُعَيدَ النَومِ تُشعَلُ يَومَ غُلَّت

For a calamity that makes the soul seem

A loss that seems to set my soul on fire

Set aflame just after sleep, on the day it was parched with thirst.

When sleep is far off on an uneasy night.

أَلا يا عَينُ وَيحَكِ أَسعِديني

أَلا يا عَينُ وَيحَكِ أَسعِديني

فَقَد عَظُمَت مُصيبَتُهُ وَجَلَّت

فَقَد عَظُمَت مُصيبَتُهُ وَجَلَّت

Ah, O eye, alas for you, help me mourn!

Oh eyes! Woe unto you! Gladden me,

For the calamity of his loss has grown immense and grave.

For his loss was immense and most profound.

مُصيبَتُهُ عَلَيَّ وَرَوَّعَتني

مُصيبَتُهُ عَلَيَّ وَرَوَّعَتني

فَقَد خَصَّت مُصيبَتُهُ وَعَمَّت

فَقَد خَصَّت مُصيبَتُهُ وَعَمَّت

The calamity of his loss weighs upon me and has terrified me;

His loss weighed heavy on me and shocked me,

For his loss has struck me in particular and everyone at large.

For it was grievous, all-encompassing.

لَوَ أَنَّ الكَفَّ تُقبَلُ في فِداهُ

لَوَ أَنَّ الكَفَّ تُقبَلُ في فِداهُ

بَذَلتُ يَدي اليَمينَ لَهُ فَشَلَّت

بَذَلتُ يَدي اليَمينَ لَهُ فَشَلَّت

If a hand were accepted as his ransom,

If a ransom could be accepted to free him,

I would give my right hand for him, and it would be paralyzed,

I would have given my right hand though it be sundered.

كَما والى عَلَينا مِن نَداهُ

كَما والى عَلَينا مِن نَداهُ

وَشادَ لَنا المَكارِمَ فَاِستَهَلَّت

وَشادَ لَنا المَكارِمَ فَاِستَهَلَّت

Just as he continually bestowed his bounty upon us

He always aided us with his call and presence,

And built up noble deeds for us, so they shone forth.

And initiated acts of generosity that flowed forth.

فَلَم يَنزِع وَما قَصُرَت يَداهُ

فَلَم يَنزِع وَما قَصُرَت يَداهُ

وَلَم يَبلُغ ثَنائي حَيثُ حَلَّت

وَلَم يَبلُغ ثَنائي حَيثُ حَلَّت

So he never ceased, nor did his hands fall short;

His hands never ceased giving nor fell short,

Nor has my praise reached where his noble deeds dwelt.

And my praise cannot reach where his virtues dwell.