1. Death's advance preceded; nothing lasts forever
The stars perish and the shining moons collapse

2. My soul and senses - were I to describe them together
A structure dissolves and a rugged mountain crumbles

3. If the mountains knew their fate in the end
With knowledge, they would not have stood firm

4. We know what is intended for us, so why
Did not hearts awaken and passions overcome?

5. The specter of death in the ways of wishes
And diseases on the path of health

6. Through alternating opposites, as you can see
Wretched wisdom came over you

7. What can the son of death perceive from his sight
And his encounter - did it make the sons wiser?

8. Does it make me proud that life's span prolonged for me
While my father passed where dust gathers?

9. Man would not have denied what is fixed
In his nature had opinions been sound

10. And akin to a man's death after his life
Is that his body parts become equal

11. A lowlife who weeps for the healthy while
Our dead - if only the living were aware!

12. It is the same whether radiance fades from vision
Or features are wiped where first down sprouted

13. The soul is but a flame fallen to
Where dust and water took full control

14. Until when free, it returns as it began
And freedom is hardship and suffering

15. The life of man lied at its existence
There was a dove, and from it came the illness

16. What spoils did death plunder!
And calamities a sweeping raid!

17. Who was foolish enough of his kind that
The wilderness in its entirety darkened?

18. A mountain crumbled - had its bone stood tall
The dust clouds would have reached the greenery

19. And the ugliest thing that disgusted a witness
Is that his structure does not last forever

20. I exaggerated news of His Majesty's death, then denied it
And it is the clarity - nothing can conceal it

21. The son of Jesus died - who dares say
He hopes for him along with the dove?

22. Were there no abundant virtues that
The prominent vouch for?

23. And households in the core of Lakhm long
Served the protection of their rightful lords

24. They paraded the weapon of tears behind his coffin
Since dirges did not appease

25. We were refreshed through him, by soveriegnty and ascension
The sun is a star and daylight is evening

26. He trod upon hearts equally in his path
So the journey is slow and stumbling is loyalty

27. Sorrow took its cold revenge on him
From what he harvested of vanity and arrogance

28. Until when they took him to his burial ground
We stood over him as though he were a planet

29. Righteousness struck his grave with its right hand
So a spacious valley in Faiha received him

30. And the Recitation shaded him, reciting itself
With a recitation unmatched by reciters

31. Bearing his deeds, growing familiar
With blossoms, they and the stars equal

32. Perhaps you extracted from us souls
That filled your tomb while chests were empty

33. And there, if the cover was lifted for one who sees
Around the heart is a singing garden

34. In the pit, as it contains your likeness
If it was filled from you while you were concealed from sight

35. O soil, preserve his brilliance, and O tilth
Let no heinous crime reach you

36. God in me, and in still moist wings
Enemies did not lack affection

37. We are his sons, and you are the law through him
And over this loss, we are partners

38. Spur your steeds to his heights
For his sons have adorned them with finery

39. As for me, I have depicted his visible trace
So therein lies wisdom most precious

40. And amazing is that line in the expanse of dust
That it contained knowledge beyond enumeration

41. How could you contain, while you lie in one grave
These horizons - with them you are filled?

42. O visitors, line your eyes with his soil
The lining of sights - purified and healing

43. So for him its mouth gaped, and the polemic folded
Into its folds - verbosity and gesturing ended

44. The people divided your legacy of knowledge equally
So strangers and kin attained it alike

45. We were your servants in our souls' belief
For in your belief, we are sons

46. O wearer of bounty, its trails drag
Your burial was cloaked in a clouded veil

47. And the sun cried for you, its crying rightful
For were peers to exchange glances

48. Take it as the notion of a heart you guided
From where fatigue comes, invigoration reached

49. Every poem I cultured stood to elegy you
Those I trained, though their meters fraudulent