1. If my poems don’t lament you, whose laments will they be?
My flowing tears mourn you with flowing pearls.

2. O dweller of eternity, you left the world burning.
You’re in Paradise while people are in Hell.

3. You dwelled near your Lord in the Gardens, drawn close.
You were compensated for a neighbor and an abode.

4. Sleep well with no anguish from something denied us,
No grieving heart from us, and no withholding of patience.

5. I won’t forget people visiting you, gathering,
Days when no visitors luckily had supporters.

6. I won’t forget people getting your gifts gathering,
Where a stranger visited in his days of misery.

7. I won’t forget you among the honorable assembly,
An intellectual shining amid meteors and moons.

8. I won’t forget your right hand hiding virtue
As if virtue itself were shameful and ugly.

9. I won’t forget your pens which hastily took to
Yearning for truth, obedience to the Creator.

10. My ardent longing for an ardent longing exile
Whose proximity consoled him from his people and home!

11. My ardent longing for well-turned phrases
With which the living sing or the wakeful chant!

12. A prayer niche wept over losing you as if
Its lantern in its enclosure held logs blazing.

13. A Qur’an complained from its heart with sadness,
Divided into parts and tenths.

14. A school where pearls were once systematically lined –
Ears and sights upon benches listening.

15. A story in which expected help was at your hands,
And ease after hardship.

16. An academy whose purity and devotion
Gave you more right to be named Son of the Faith.

17. Don’t go far! How much concealed goodness you left,
Like rain that passes and leaves grace in its traces!

18. If you journeyed, pure, drawn near,
If you settled, a mention, circulating far!

19. People don’t neglect this and aren’t heedless of
A source unlike any they ever knew gushing forth!

20. A grave built up and precise lifetimes.
Yet how brief years are in rock and pebbles!

21. And a seeker who ambushes us from Death’s hiding place
While we’re busy with reducing and increasing.

22. The youth feels safe when there appear
Crescent moons with claws to harvest souls.

23. Where are they who achieved what they achieved and settled down
Captive amid calamities and downpours?

24. Where is the eminent one whose outstanding deeds
Were repeated among angels with pins?

25. Where is the one whose compassion I sheltered in
Shades of bliss and fruits?

26. I awoke to find the traces of his grace gone.
My tears flow amid gardens and rivers.

27. O son of the Prophet, if any bitterness appears,
Comfort comes – such is the way of this house.

28. To water and clay, man’s origin goes back.
Why then would we dislike his elegy in sorrows?

29. I say this as if I’m resigned to it
While God knows what my feelings conceal!