بِأَبي ما يَجُنُّ مِنكَ الضَريحُ

بِأَبي ما يَجُنُّ مِنكَ الضَريحُ

طِبتَ ذِكراً وَطابَ جِسمٌ وَريحُ

طِبتَ ذِكراً وَطابَ جِسمٌ وَريحُ

May my father be ransom for what the tomb enfolds of you.

By my father, no harm shall come to you from the grave

Sweet is your memory, and sweet your body and scent.

You were good in life and in death, your body and soul at peace

كُنتَ ما كُنتَ لي فَمُتَّ بِرُغمي

كُنتَ ما كُنتَ لي فَمُتَّ بِرُغمي

لَيتَني مِتُّ أَنا وَأَنتَ صَحيحُ

لَيتَني مِتُّ أَنا وَأَنتَ صَحيحُ

You were what you were to me, then died against my will.

You were as you were to me, but you died against my wishes

Would that I had died while you were well!

Would that I had died, and you had lived on, healthy and well

هَجَرتُ قَبرَهُ فَقامَت مَواثي

هَجَرتُ قَبرَهُ فَقامَت مَواثي

قُ العُلى وَالنُهى عَلَيهِ تَنوحُ

قُ العُلى وَالنُهى عَلَيهِ تَنوحُ

I forsook his grave; then rose the covenants

I abandoned his grave, so death and fate rose against me

Of nobility and wisdom, wailing over him.

Say: only the Most High God knows what shall come to pass