هَذا النَطاسِيُّ الَّذي مِن بَعدِهِ

هَذا النَطاسِيُّ الَّذي مِن بَعدِهِ

بَكَتِ العُيونُ بِدَمعِ كُلِّ عَليلِ

بَكَتِ العُيونُ بِدَمعِ كُلِّ عَليلِ

This is the skilled physician, after whose passing

This generous man, after whom

the eyes wept with the tears of every sufferer.

All ailing eyes shed tears—

قَد كانَ مَملوك المَنافعِ مالِكاً

قَد كانَ مَملوك المَنافعِ مالِكاً

لِلحَمدِ مَعروفاً بِكُل جَميلِ

لِلحَمدِ مَعروفاً بِكُل جَميلِ

His services were others’ to command, yet he was master

Once a slave of wealth’s dominion,

of praise, known for every noble deed.

Now fam’d for virtues and good cheer—

وَلَقَد مَضى فَثَوى باكرمِ جَنَّةٍ

وَلَقَد مَضى فَثَوى باكرمِ جَنَّةٍ

طابَت فَضَّمَت مِنهُ خَير نَزيلِ

طابَت فَضَّمَت مِنهُ خَير نَزيلِ

And indeed he passed on and dwelt in the noblest garden;

Has sped to a most blessed Garden,

it grew fragrant and embraced in him the finest guest.

The best of hosts, its joys to share.

وَبِوَفدِهِ أَرِّخ مَلائكةَ العُلى

وَبِوَفدِهِ أَرِّخ مَلائكةَ العُلى

حَيَّت جَميعاً وَجهَ ميخائيلِ

حَيَّت جَميعاً وَجهَ ميخائيلِ

And date his arrival thus: the angels on high

His death the angels record, crying,

all greeted the face of Mikhail.

“Greetings to you, Michael, well fare!”