1. Peace be upon the world and all that is in it
When the sun of the caliphate lamented those in it

2. It lamented the king of kings and the perfect one
Who averts the calamities of fate and suffices them

3. The pillar of the Ansar, not defending
And the reviver of its glories and master of its masters

4. The full moon of its nights and the sun of its days
And good news of its life and the light of its sights

5. The shining planet whose light
Used to illuminate the darkness of its nights

6. The brilliant moon has fallen from the horizon of glory
So the atmosphere of the stars darkened with its disappearance

7. The sun of guidance was eclipsed after
It showed the path of truth to the creation as its guide

8. He is the firm mountain that cracked after
The mountains acknowledged its firmness with their bases

9. It is hard on the religion of guidance that its sun
Is long obscured by the spheres of dust hiding it

10. It is hard on the flowers of stars when they crept
And the guidance that used to guide them is not glimpsed

11. Andalusia has agonizing sorrow repeating over it
As the clothes of mourning covered its environs

12. Thirty years after five it grew accustomed
To his defense of it from every peril and protecting it

13. I lament to the flags as their poles flutter
And rise to the arena of triumphant victory

14. I lament to the horses stirred at dawn
After the evident conquest has removed its aims

15. And the whole of civilized land laments it
And what it contained of the near and far lands

16. And the clouds whose glory shamed them lament it
Sending down the tears of rain sorrowfully crying

17. And the meteors in the horizon of exaltation lament it
Dressing in the gowns of darkness, their maidens

18. Condoling the trusted one of the Muslims, for these are
The measures of the Lord of creation running among the creation

19. It is death, beloved to all creation
Its endings follow the path of its beginnings

20. Is there anyone alive between us and Adam
Except that the Maker leveled the creation thusly?

21. And in the death of the best of creation is the greatest example
That consoles the free spirits and solaces them

22. My Master - if ransom were allowed
We would ransom you with the whole world and what is in it

23. My Master - how many blessings you have over us
If we try to count them we cannot enumerate them

24. My Master - you left the slaves to sorrow
Complaining to you from the excess of their lamentations

25. You singled me out until I came of age
Precious and eminent wherever I aimed my direction

26. And my assumption was that my funeral
Would have your pleasure and blessings to cover it

27. And I have lived until I tasted your loss, rarely
Is a soul given what it desires of its wishes

28. And were it not for Abu Al Hajjaj your son the religion
Of guidance would not have seas of abundant knowledge

29. But by God he consoles his patience
With your magnificent, honorable traits that will revive it

30. So you left us from him the best successor
Bearing the burdens of the caliphate, sufficient for it

31. His nature is compassion and his conduct is pleasure
And his noble, generous morals make them know it

32. Your greatest means and your shade above us
And our pillar, by God, making its glory endure

33. For the sun had not set from us when it disappeared
Its lights the full moon clarifies and reveals

34. You are only musk, if its essence vanishes
Its aroma makes the fragrant breeze spread it

35. Exalted is the Most Merciful soul
That we would ransom with every dear thing in existence

36. And good tidings to us that happiness is its abode
And that the good pleasure of the Generous One satisfies it

37. Far removed that the means will be lost, no
The Bountiful Lord will treasure and multiply them

38. For how many struggles you have raised the banners
And the heights of glories have borne fruit in them

39. You broke the statues of the cross, and muted
Were the bells that were clamoring misguidance with it

40. And how many minarets you restored the call to prayer
Proclaiming through it the invocation to truth, its caller

41. And how many gardens for the brave troops have become
Too narrow for the roaming of the steeds in their environs

42. And a planted crop flowering
But with it bitter herbs are sweetened in their substance

43. When the warriors are thirsty amidst the fray
The streams of the swords' hilts saturate them

44. A blessed planting for jihad you have planted
And so you came to reap it in the abode of bliss

45. Why should it not when the years you severed them
Were with a sword blade that ceaselessly defends it

46. You were patient with the patience of the honorable, indeed
You stored rewards, your Lord's grace flowing to you

47. Your taking refuge in the Ansar is the best means
For you were reviving glorious victory through them

48. And suffice you the Chosen One as the most honorable intercessor
His way, by God, you continue to revive

49. Above the knowledge of the world and pride of its kings is
The greeting of a Lord who never ceases to cloak him

50. I will lament him as long as the neck-ringed doves moan
And the thrushes weep sorrowfully their companion doves

51. And I send to him the sweetest greetings, fragrant
As the hands of merchants have opened their bags

52. And the Lord of the Throne pours down clouds of honor
That float over that tomb in waves

53. And we ask for a conquest for the Caliph Yusuf
To empower him over the most distant lands and those within them