غابَdeparted الأَديبُthe man of letters أَديبُman of letters مِصرٍEgypt وَاِختَفىand vanished
غابَ الأَديبُ أَديبُ مِصرٍ وَاِختَفى
فَلتَبكِهِso let them weep for him الأَقلامُthe pens أَوor تَتَقَصَّفاshatter
فَلتَبكِهِ الأَقلامُ أَو تَتَقَصَّفا
The man of letters, Egypt's man of letters, is gone and has vanished.
The writer of Egypt has passed away into hiding
So let the pens weep for him, or shatter.
So let the pens mourn him or gracefully lament
لَهفيmy anguish عَلىfor تِلكَthose الأَنامِلِthe fingertips فيin البِلىdecay
لَهفي عَلى تِلكَ الأَنامِلِ في البِلى
كَمhow many سَطَّرَتthey penned حِكَماًmaxims وَهَزَّتand they brandished مُرهَفاa keen blade
كَم سَطَّرَت حِكَماً وَهَزَّت مُرهَفا
My anguish for those fingertips in decay!
My longing for those masterpieces worn by time
How many maxims they penned, and how often they brandished a keen blade!
That wrote wisdom and stirred the perceptive
ماتَdied المُوِلحِيُّal-Muwaylihi الحُسانُthe handsome وَلَمand did not يَمُتdie
ماتَ المُوِلحِيُّ الحُسانُ وَلَم يَمُت
حَتّىuntil غَزاinvaded عيسىIsa العُقولَthe minds وَثَقَّفاand cultivated
حَتّى غَزا عيسى العُقولَ وَثَقَّفا
Al-Muwaylihi the handsome died, yet he did not die
Al-Muwailihi the witty did not die
Until Isa had invaded minds and cultivated them.
Until he conquered minds and cultured them