1. Thus does death destroy the mountains
Thus does the dove pluck out the spears

2. Thus does fate shatter the towering heights
Thus do swords blunt their sharpened edges

3. Thus do the seas recede, their murky depths
Churning, roiling, heaving in tumultuous swells

4. Thus do the stars sink into the darkness
Though once they shone bright in the firmament

5. Dire misfortune has taken a noble king
Who disappointed no earnest hope

6. It has seized the most benevolent and generous
The most clement, the most anticipated and distinguished

7. It has taken the warrior, the fighter for God
The Lord Most High, the tireless worker

8. It has taken the sympathetic, the kind to all of mankind
The speaker of effective, purposeful words

9. In a grave lies the King of Armenia
Therein lies glory, nobility and majesty

10. In a tomb rests one who was peerless
Though he towered over the stars, sublime and remote

11. What glory remains to people from the most noble king
In whom they never found fault or criticism?

12. What mighty monarch was ever shown such reverence
That people walked humbly in his train?

13. Misfortune has taken a king who often plunged
Fearlessly into the thick of battle

14. A king who was always, until he passed into the grace of God
The provider upon whom all people depended

15. A king whose brilliant virtues made him a shining light
For Islam and Muslims - he was their bastion

16. A king who secured the faith when it was threatened
By invading polytheists, a terrible affliction

17. Death has eclipsed the sun shining on the horizon of glory
The hand of mortality has struck down the crescent moon

18. After the loss of Moses my father, the Opener,
Glory itself has fallen from its lofty pinnacle

19. Neither kingdom nor guidance nor earthly frontiers
Nor time itself will be as they were without him.

20. The kingdom after him is no exalted thing
Just as the faltering of guidance cannot be ignored

21. By God! No crown will ever grace
A head comparable to that of Moses

22. Misfortune oppressed him until at last
Fate had its vengeance and was sated

23. Whether his royal robe was now empty of him
He was still the full moon's peer before

24. Or his steeds were riderless ranks
He had richly caparisoned them for battle's fury

25. Or his coat of mail was unused
He had freely dispensed gifts from its bounty

26. Or his bright swords rested in their scabbards
With them he had raided many a land

27. Or the clash of his arms fell silent
With them he had kindled the flames of many wars

28. What land did he not raid with his attacks
With his swift, unfailing spears

29. No rival dared approach, or met defeat
O king who curtailed the shade cast on the people

30. Eyes now brim with tears for you, cascading down cheeks
Hearts throb and ache, never leaving the nightingales in peace

31. After you hopes were dashed and aims denied
The sea of kindness seethed, churned into ruin

32. What glory remains but the train that drags
Across the stars, trailing in your wake?

33. The grave that holds your body forms clouds
That gather at dusk and break at dawn, ever burdensome

34. And over you massed rainclouds linger
Ceaselessly, in constant mourning