1. I complain to Allah of my anxiety and misery
And the burning in my intestines from missing my father Bakr

2. My eyes are empty of him and his image was their pupil
And my chest was never empty of sorrow and passion for him

3. I feared orphanhood for him but his bereavement and yearning
Never occurred to me in thought

4. If only he met what I used to fear for him
While I would be the companion of the grave

5. After him there is no comfort left in my life
Oh how long my grief will last if my lifetime is prolonged

6. The days did not ask me about him, rather
My consolation is in the reward I hope for in patience