1. I abandoned the eloquent words, abandoned the eyewitnesses
I have no regard for high places or sights

2. How can I construct rhyme or verse
When I have lost the best of companions

3. My body sank into the abyss of soil like pure dust
I realized that dust holds some treasures

4. By Allah, I know not, is it for the sake of good manners
That my eyelids overflow, or for the sake of fashioning beauty

5. I buried you, O beloved, though to my eyes
You seemed alive. I said, "It is you who buries me."

6. We both weep over the days, but the most intense sorrow
Lies dormant between the living and the grave

7. To Allah I complain of the day I lost you
For me it will be a day of mutual loss

8. I used to fear separation before you, and pining
But now I grieve not over a distant lover

9. It's as if you hastened departure, fearing
For me, from the allure which captivates me

10. I sacrifice myself for your glance that descends on me
Then every existing thing descends after it

11. Shall I forget a figure whose beauty propped its spear
In whom there was no blemish for faultfinders?

12. A face that narrated its beauty like the full moon
An eye that told of its glances like a watchman

13. Alas! Until I pillowed you in the soil
And destruction drew near to us, staying to accuse me

14. And oh, how I wish I knew, on Resurrection Day,
Will I see that beauty among the throngs?

15. The slenderness of that waist above the Path
The gold piece that is that cheek among the scales

16. The times of hardship made me drink it. I am thirsty
To the dust willingly, for the betraying era

17. I complained of a time that betrayed me after my loved ones
And exceeded in harm and nurtured resentments

18. If it would be good to me, my life after them would be good
And I would meet them at the rise of the traitorous star