وَحاسِدٍ مارَقَّ لمَّا رَأَى

وَحاسِدٍ مارَقَّ لمَّا رَأَى

لي حَالةً مَا مَعَها بُقْيَا

لي حَالةً مَا مَعَها بُقْيَا

And an envier, who felt no pity when he saw

And an envier died of grief when he saw

My plight, which left no hope of survival,

That I enjoyed a life that death had not yet marred

قَالَ وإنَّ الحَقَّ في قَولِه

قَالَ وإنَّ الحَقَّ في قَولِه

يَكفِيهِ أَنْ يَحيَا لَهُ يَحيى

يَكفِيهِ أَنْ يَحيَا لَهُ يَحيى

Said—and the truth is in his words—

He said, as truth itself bore out his words:

"It is enough for him that Yahya lives for him."

It suffices him that John should be alive for him