أَمسى النَجيبُ بِهَذا الرَمسِ مُحتَجِباً

أَمسى النَجيبُ بِهَذا الرَمسِ مُحتَجِباً

عَنا وَغادر ذِكراً لَيسَ يَحتَجبُ

عَنا وَغادر ذِكراً لَيسَ يَحتَجبُ

Najib now lies concealed in this grave,

The noble one has hidden himself with this symbol

Away from us, and left a memory that is not concealed.

From us, yet left behind a memory that cannot be hidden

رَيّانُ أَبكى بَنِي الحِدادِ دَمعُ دَمٍ

رَيّانُ أَبكى بَنِي الحِدادِ دَمعُ دَمٍ

كَما بَكَت بَعدَهُ الأَقلامُ وَالكُتُبُ

كَما بَكَت بَعدَهُ الأَقلامُ وَالكُتُبُ

Rayyan made the sons of al-Haddad weep tears of blood,

The tears of the mourners made Rayyan weep blood

Just as pens and books wept after him.

As did the pens and books after him

وَاِستَوحَشَت بَعدَهُ للعلمِ أَنديةٌ

وَاِستَوحَشَت بَعدَهُ للعلمِ أَنديةٌ

كانَت تَرِنُّ بِها الأَشعارُ وَالخُطَبُ

كانَت تَرِنُّ بِها الأَشعارُ وَالخُطَبُ

And after him, gatherings devoted to learning grew desolate,

The circles of knowledge felt lonely without him

Where poems and orations once resounded.

Where poems and speeches used to echo

فَصغَت بَيتاً مِن التاريخِ قُلتُ بِهِ

فَصغَت بَيتاً مِن التاريخِ قُلتُ بِهِ

قَد ماتَ بَعدَ النَجيبِ الشعرُ وَالأَدبُ

قَد ماتَ بَعدَ النَجيبِ الشعرُ وَالأَدبُ

So I composed a chronogram verse, in which I said:

So I composed a verse of history in which I said

After Najib, poetry and literature have indeed died.

After the noble one, poetry and literature died