1. My eyes, why do you not weep copiously
With abundant tears, not just a few drops

2. And pour forth tears or sprinkle them
Upon the benevolent, generous, and noble lord

3. Why do you not weep over the one with two right hands
Along with the bereaved, stripped of patience

4. As if he had never welcomed a seeker of needs
With a shining face and a heart laid bare

5. As if he had never rode exquisite horses
To quench the edges of the sandy desert

6. For such is the way of death when its ill fortune struck you
Making the youths come after you or pass you by

7. Who will guarantee goodwill with his own wealth
Or host guests as you used to host

8. Scattered about like locusts set loose
With a rumbling that fills hearts with panic

9. You met them at dawn with horses charging as if
They were locusts blown by the wind of Najd toward the sea

10. And yet you paired truth with the chosen ones’ attire
And with a swimming gaze and an innocent stead

11. And a eulogy whose procession had marched ahead
For my anxious soul to catch up at the boulder

12. Woe to the mother of those who carried him
To the grave - what are they taking to the grave?

13. And what does the grave hide beneath its soil
Of good, o misery of events and fate?

14. Of wisdom in consolation, generosity and benevolence
The day after, the left-handed and destitute are seen

15. He was refined in all matters, truly
Of exalted hands, not to be deterred by rebuke

16. And if you met him drinking, you met no debauchery
Nor one violating the covenants of discretion and composure

17. So let no grave containing his persona
That poured upon it the rain of every downpour