1. Tears from eyes that never dry,
And sorrow in a heart that knows no respite,

2. The sigh of a grieving soul, as though its coals,
Were flaming embers in the breast that do not fade.

3. With them the love-struck wanders from passion's path,
And with them the enamored one exhales desire,

4. Not like the grief of the bereaved, grieving him,
Is the grief of the bereaved, grieving is love itself.

5. Ibn Hassaan laments the death of the finest man on earth,
How not when she has not stomped upon her back the plateau,

6. Nor has the lush vegetation sprouted in his meadows,
Nor diminished from his cool, fresh springs,

7. Nor has the sun at noon darkened and cast shadows,
Nor the shining stars in the constellations blurred,

8. So those hopeful for success failed after nearing it,
And the vast goals narrowed for them after you.

9. With your gifts they dreamed dreams of grandeur,
Then your loss of generosity called to them: Bestir!

10. Through you the world was fertile in its expanse,
Now the drought has spread over its corners.

11. Great indeed is the soil's honor after you,
As it embraced your limbs, earth nobly received you.

12. Is it like a book wherein we read your elegy?
Whereby books and literature are neglected in its markets.

13. Not only books and knowledge fade from neglect,
But also keen discernment, conscience, and integrity.

14. Not only do non-Arabs mourn this day alone,
Rather non-Arabs and Arabs alike mourn it.

15. Nor does your loss make lonely just the East,
But the East and West are saddened by your departure.

16. I restrain my heart when you are recalled,
But from whence can I find a heart after yours is gone?

17. I weep for a brother whom no kinship bound us,
No companionship, meeting, or closeness connected us,

18. Save a kinship of affection, its roots brought near,
Made vital by merit and just deeds between us.

19. None loved as selflessly as you before,
Neither Labid nor could Ka'b appreciate such love.

20. A wondrous verse whose composition no master can replicate,
If people are amazed by its beauty, that is wonder enough.

21. It matters not if it is not very long,
Containing wisdom that when recited is enough.