يَا بَاعِثاً شَعْرَهُ انْتِشاراً

يَا بَاعِثاً شَعْرَهُ انْتِشاراً

بِقَامَةٍ مَا لَهَا نَظِير

بِقَامَةٍ مَا لَهَا نَظِير

O you who spread your hair out,

O you who spread your hair wantonly

With a stature that has no equal,

With a figure matchless and without peer,

المَوْتُ مِنْ نَاظِرَيْكَ لَكِنْ

المَوْتُ مِنْ نَاظِرَيْكَ لَكِنْ

مَنْ شَعْرِكَ البَعْثُ والنُّشُور

مَنْ شَعْرِكَ البَعْثُ والنُّشُور

Death comes from your eyes, but

Death may come from your eyes, but

From your hair come resurrection and rising again.

Resurrection and new life spring from your hair.