ماتَ الثَلاثَةُ لَمّا ماتَ مُطَّلِبُ

ماتَ الثَلاثَةُ لَمّا ماتَ مُطَّلِبُ

ماتَ الحَياءُ وَماتَ الرُعبُ وَالرَهَبُ

ماتَ الحَياءُ وَماتَ الرُعبُ وَالرَهَبُ

The three died when Muttalib died.

When Muttalib died, three things died along

Modesty died, and terror and dread died.

Modesty, awe, and reverence were gone

لِلَّهِ أَربَعَةٌ قَد ضَمَّها كَفَنٌ

لِلَّهِ أَربَعَةٌ قَد ضَمَّها كَفَنٌ

أَضحى يُعَزّى بِها الاِسلامُ وَالعَرَبُ

أَضحى يُعَزّى بِها الاِسلامُ وَالعَرَبُ

To God belong four whom a single shroud enclosed;

With his shroud, four virtues now belong

For them, Islam and the Arabs now receive condolences.

To console Islam and the Arabs from now on

يا يَومَ مُطَّلِبٍ أَصبَحتَ أَعيُنَنا

يا يَومَ مُطَّلِبٍ أَصبَحتَ أَعيُنَنا

دَمعاً يَدومُ لَها ما دامَتِ الحِقَبُ

دَمعاً يَدومُ لَها ما دامَتِ الحِقَبُ

O day of Muttalib, you have turned our eyes

O day when Muttalib passed away

Into tears that remain with them as long as the ages endure.

Our eyes now shed tears that are here to stay

هَذي خُدودُ بَني قَحطانَ قَد لَصِقَت

هَذي خُدودُ بَني قَحطانَ قَد لَصِقَت

بِالتُربِ مُنذُ اِستَوى مِن فَوقِكَ التُربُ

بِالتُربِ مُنذُ اِستَوى مِن فَوقِكَ التُربُ

These cheeks of Qahtan's sons have clung

The cheeks of Qahtan's sons are now pressed

To the dust since the dust settled above you.

Against the soil where your soil now does rest

فَاِذهَب ذِهابَ غَوادي المُزنِ ما سَفَحَت

فَاِذهَب ذِهابَ غَوادي المُزنِ ما سَفَحَت

صَوباً عَلى الأَرضِ أَو ما اِخضَرَّتِ العُشُبُ

صَوباً عَلى الأَرضِ أَو ما اِخضَرَّتِ العُشُبُ

So depart as the morning rainclouds depart, as long as they pour

Go now where the paths of mourning lead

Rain upon the earth, or as long as the grasses grow green.

Where tears have flowed or grass is green indeed