1. Despite the dew having disappeared in its entirety,
Nothing remains but an illusion of its imagination,

2. And tears from eyelids as if
They bid farewell to his resting place with an outpouring of generosity.

3. I grieved for a full moon that set beyond Muhammad,
For "set" means the loss of its beauty and grace.

4. It departed as the clouds bid farewell
And a breeze blew through every garden from its trail.

5. Yet it left gems from its sea,
And though it died, it immortalized the virtues of its family.

6. Indeed, in the cause of God the death place of the noble
Is where the high are brought down like his own downfall.

7. We lost the overflowing of generosity, and by God,
The light of glory dimmed during its course.

8. If after him the hands of seekers fall short,
I vow they grasp to its ropes.

9. If after him the hands of events spread wide,
I vow they are chained in its shackles.

10. By my soul! Traits of clarity imprinted
The cheeks of beauty with its attributes.

11. Oh He who created his hands and gave him life!
The thirsty have lost the purest nectar.

12. And he who shone from the horizon disappeared from all people,
Like a star veiled by its decline.

13. So who will guide the path of righteousness?
Who will erase the darkness of its misguidance?

14. Who will tend to a pen that overflowed with its ink
And dragged behind it the tail of imagination?

15. Who tended lines whose full moon set,
So letters sacrificed Ibn Hilal for it?

16. Who showed glimpses of meaning in battlefields
Adorned in the cheeks of beauty in its armor?

17. To God I complain on the day I lost you, for He
Cast aside every sharp mind with its intellect.

18. The burden of sadness bent backs
So do not wonder that I deafened al-Hisha with its arrows

19. You weep, o destitute poet raising elegy to him
Which established excellence at its crux.

20. And you, o longing one full of praise asking him for fulfillment -
His meanings of praise answered your request.

21. And you, o yearner whose travel was cut short by his death -
So days slackened the packing of your saddlebags.

22. An era donned its mirror for a time
Then left it lamenting its most perfect of all men.

23. It is as if you never took on the burdens of leadership
Tasking the effort of lifetimes beyond endurance.

24. It is as if you never carried a pen, feeding it
And propping it up in its peace and skirmishes.

25. How wondrous the scale of leadership
That expanded the world with its gains.

26. It is as if you never laid down the pillars of expectancy
With a right hand spreading the depths without the left.

27. Rather it was a resolve you carried out
As executor of the Messenger of God's will to Bilal.

28. You spent what you gained by giving it away,
And the wealth of man is none but its expenditure.

29. Condolences to the Most High for one carried off by fate
And each resident foretells its departure.

30. Time is but a thread of dawn and its night
Dragging the self of man in its transition

31. Even if my consolation appeased a bereft one,
Sorrow lays hidden, gored by its blades.

32. Can anguish over Muhammad cease in me
When my palms have not yet fulfilled its bounties?

33. Can I forget for him in every barren patch, clouds
That stir against the current of lifetimes?

34. Can I forget for him in every slope, necklaces
Strung with his care and words?

35. I will weep for him as long as darkness spreads its darkness,
And I will weep for him as long as the dove wails for its young.

36. I am completely devoted to repayment of kindness -
Would that I were not if I did not repay it.

37. I lavished praise on him when we would meet,
And now is the time for weeping upon his loss.