1. Every dead man, no matter how high he was in life
Every worn out, under the soil, from his origins

2. No limits or standards in death
Everyone is equal in its domains

3. It harvests its existence and what the living are
Just like its thorns and plants

4. Who survived it while it was in its respite
He only survived to its mornings

5. Not planting thorns is not out of revenge
Not harvesting pleasures is not out of its pleasures

6. It robs delusion like sanity
So distinction is not one of its habits

7. Do not say what they saw is secret
Life has hidden it in its darkness

8. Perhaps a grave that we walk on and in it
Desires breeding on its particles

9. Everyone with a desire drew near or aloft
Will one day pass without his desires

10. Not the youth’s life, even if it is long, except
What life contained for him of virtues

11. The eminent preaches to people alive
Yet his death is the greatest of his sermons

12. Death appeared to the eyes anew
Yesterday in its tyranny and in its killings

13. It is man's soil since he settled
Alive walking in its footsteps

14. And decay is not new to people but
The subtlety of knowledge multiplied its horrors

15. So people lost one from amongst them
And the poem lost the best of its defenders

16. A poet who sometimes danced life
And sometimes cried to his melodies

17. The sorcerers are gone but sorcery remains
In the eyes of passion and in his words

18. A composer whose utterance was soft like his features
And beauty fluttered in his side

19. He crowned the Dhad with wit until
The people likened it to some of his inventions

20. He conveyed past eras to us
In a book to God from among his miracles

21. So we saw Homer chanting in us
His poetry like one of his own transmitters

22. He was in the state of swords a minister
Brilliant and a state within himself

23. We did not cry for the remains when we cried
How many remains on earth like his remains?

24. But we cried because we were deprived
By death of more of his signs

25. We feared it would disappear from us while we
Did not manage to prolong the age of its life

26. We wanted to carry the good tidings of knowledge
So we were among its attributes

27. There is in Egypt and Syria an echo
We did not hear the day before his death

28. And Iraq felt when the news came to it
The taste of decay with the waters of its Euphrates

29. And in Lebanon a tremor walks
In its springs and in its breeze

30. So death opened when it closed his eyes
The eyes of the world to his virtues

31. He is gone, for him is the majesty of a comer
From his openings and from his conquests

32. And the brilliant youth is born when he is born
In his cradle and the day of his death