1. The Mubrid has died, his days have passed
And let Tha'lab go along with Al-Mubrid

2. A house of literature has become half
Ruined, and the other half will be ruined

3. So weep for what time has taken away and blame
Yourselves for what it takes away

4. Al-Mubrid is gone where you do not hope for him
Ever, and he whom you hope for is gone

5. The hands of misery have encompassed you all with a calamity
And threatened you with a calamity that is expected

6. So take provision from Tha'lab, for with a cup of what
Al-Mubrid drank, before long he will drink

7. And milk his words, as if you are
At his deathbed, and a group is weeping over him

8. And I see for you to write down his breaths
If breaths are among what can be written

9. So let those who lag behind after him catch up with him
And let them go, and we will go