فَقَدَت بَنو الباشا عَزيزاً ماجِداً

فَقَدَت بَنو الباشا عَزيزاً ماجِداً

تَركَ الدُموعَ لِفَقدِهِ كَالعنَدمِ

تَركَ الدُموعَ لِفَقدِهِ كَالعنَدمِ

The Pasha's sons have lost a beloved, noble man,

The Pasha's sons have lost a dear, glorious one,

Who left the tears shed at his loss like crimson dye.

Leaving behind tears like pouring rain for his loss,

رُكنٌ لَقَد هَدمَتهُ عاصِفةُ القَضا

رُكنٌ لَقَد هَدمَتهُ عاصِفةُ القَضا

أَسَفاً وَلَكن ذِكرُهُ لَم يُهدَمِ

أَسَفاً وَلَكن ذِكرُهُ لَم يُهدَمِ

A pillar, indeed brought down by fate's tempest—

A pillar that a storm of fate has demolished -

Alas! Yet his memory has not been brought down.

Alas, but his memory remains undemolished,

وَلَقَد قَضى بِاللَهِ مُنتَقِلاً إِلى

وَلَقَد قَضى بِاللَهِ مُنتَقِلاً إِلى

دارِ السَعادةِ في النعيمِ الأَعظَمِ

دارِ السَعادةِ في النعيمِ الأَعظَمِ

And indeed, by God, he died, passing to

Having met his end by God's decree, departed

The abode of happiness, in supreme bliss.

To the abode of bliss in greatest paradise,

ومُسطِّرُ التاريخِ يُنشدُ قائِلاً

ومُسطِّرُ التاريخِ يُنشدُ قائِلاً

في العَرشِ يوسُفُ مَع يَسوع مريمِ

في العَرشِ يوسُفُ مَع يَسوع مريمِ

And the chronicler recites, saying:

And history's scribe sings saying:

Upon the throne, Yusuf is with Jesus, son of Mary.

In heaven with Jesus and Mary is Youssef.