مَضىdeparted جُرجيJurji العَزيزُthe beloved إِلىto مُناهُhis heart's desire
مَضى جُرجي العَزيزُ إِلى مُناهُ
فَناحَso mourned بَنوthe sons of السِّماطِal-Simat عَلَيهِfor him دَهراfor an age
فَناحَ بَنو السِّماطِ عَلَيهِ دَهرا
Beloved Jurji passed on to what he desired,
Beloved Jurji has gone to his heart's desire;
and the sons of al-Simāṭ wailed over him for an age.
so the sons of al-Simat mourned him for an age.
فَتىًa youth لَمdid not يَبلغِreach العشرينَtwenty حَتَّىbefore
فَتىً لَم يَبلغِ العشرينَ حَتَّى
غَداbecame جَوفُthe interior of التُرابthe earth لَهُfor him مَقَرَّاan abode
غَدا جَوفُ التُراب لَهُ مَقَرَّا
A youth who had not reached twenty before
A youth who had not reached twenty before
the belly of the earth became his resting place.
the depths of the earth became his abode.
لَقَدindeed جَرَحَhe wounded القُلوبَthe hearts بِسَيفِwith a sword of حُزنٍsorrow
لَقَد جَرَحَ القُلوبَ بِسَيفِ حُزنٍ
فَسالَso flowed دَمُthe blood of الجُفونِthe eyelids عَلَيهِfor him هَدراin vain
فَسالَ دَمُ الجُفونِ عَلَيهِ هَدرا
He wounded hearts with sorrow’s sword,
He indeed wounded hearts with a sword of sorrow,
so the blood of eyelids flowed for him in vain.
so the blood of eyelids flowed for him in vain.
فَنوحِيso lament ياO حَمائِمُdoves فَوقَabove قَبرٍa grave
فَنوحِي يا حَمائِمُ فَوقَ قَبرٍ
سَقَتهُwatered it أَدمُعُtears of الباكينَthe mourners تَتَرىin unbroken succession
سَقَتهُ أَدمُعُ الباكينَ تَتَرى
Then mourn, O doves, above a grave
So lament, O doves, above a grave
watered by the mourners’ tears, shower after shower,
watered by mourners' tears in unbroken succession,
عَلىover غُصنٍa branch لَوَتهُbent it يَدُthe hand of المَناياdeath
عَلى غُصنٍ لَوَتهُ يَدُ المَنايا
وَفيand in تاريخِهاits chronogram قَصَفَتهُit snapped it غَدراtreacherously
وَفي تاريخِها قَصَفَتهُ غَدرا
for a bough bent by the hand of death—
over a branch bent by the hand of death;
and its chronogram says: “It snapped him treacherously.”
and its chronogram reads: 'It snapped it treacherously.'