1. He left the land when he grew weary of staying,
And folded up his life confused and bored.

2. A being of reality and imagination,
Love and beauty held his reins.

3. Poetry inspired him in his youth, so he fluttered
In the mouth of time like a fountain and a wine cup.

4. A smooth flow of wisdom and eloquence
God made gush from them inspiration.

5. The heart is gripped by a shudder of his outpouring
And forgets its pains through his magic.

6. He flooded the earth with mercy and peace
And illuminated the universe, its ordeal and its beauty.

7. Filling the hearing of existence with song,
He taught the birds its melody and harmony.

8. Why did he - when the times turned a deaf ear -
Break his strings and smash his cup?

9. The birds were terrified the day he disappeared from sight
And their hidden wounds poured forth.

10. What made him long for the world of the soul?
Yes, it was his aspiring soul!

11. It was dazzled by the light while in the darkness of the world
So it hastened to it, folding up its darkness.

12. She is the daughter of the sky while he is
Of the earth, a creature the dust nurtured his bones.

13. So celebrate his name, for he did not die,
But chose today to live in the sky!

14. The meadows spoke to me of him one morning -
Why did their warbler not sing his melodies?

15. The breeze complained to me the first day
It did not carry his greeting to his beloved.

16. And I heard the stream crying out -
What had silenced its birds and doves?

17. Did he sip the dawn's light as a drink
Or was he cured by the dew of morning of his pains?

18. And I saw beauty in the valleys of the stream
Calling for her poet, her artist.

19. Crying out, seeking her ardent poet
And praying for his art and his painter.

20. So I looked around me, weeping, and before my eyes
A specter crossed, death preceding it.

21. The heart called out to those mourning around me:
The warbler has met his doom!

22. So remember his song every morning
And expect from his imagination guidance.

23. Fill the earth and sky with a clamor -
Perhaps he did not see the dawn but slept!

24. Nothing called to me from the Nile's bank
Except a vine with a cloud fluttering over it.

25. Under the shade of its branches a flower weeps
And a dove laments in its boughs.

26. My eyes recognized it, and I did not mistake
The darkness, desolation, and confusion.

27. I said: O vine of Ibn Hani, greetings!
In life, man has no peace.

28. If we shadows of a passing night knew
That the light would erase its darkness;

29. And what you glimpse of the sun's flame
Tomorrow time would extinguish its embers;

30. And what you see of stars
A sky that fate maps its system;

31. And the beloved, alluring with roses in bloom
Like one faded by time, his sleeves withered -

32. In vain we seek in life eternity
And hope for youth and aspire to its permanence!

33. The earth is just our spacious grave
In its depths dwells pleasantness.

34. The heart deposited in it deep sorrows
And threw at its door its dreams.

35. The gentle ones forgot in it their youth
And the enamored ardent lover his passion.

36. So wipe away your tears and smile at death -
Your life is but a tear and a smile!

37. O sorrowful theater, condolences!
You have lost this morning your strongest pillar.

38. The poet is gone, whom you used to inspire
And from whose words you drew immortality.

39. He who gave his heart, his strength,
His sincerity, his love, and his passion to art.

40. Many a night at your side we witnessed
The story of time, its awe and its glory.

41. Poetry unveiled through it its masterpieces
And cast off its veils.

42. Restore his covenant, revive his nights
And renew across time his days!

43. For you today there is a will in the youth
Who filled the age with strength and ambition.

44. They descended into the field, building glory
And competed in life, pushing and shoving,

45. So remember the rise of eloquence in a land
That raised its flags in its skies!

46. It is a nation jealous of art
And loyal to its covenants and high principles.

47. Egypt remains the Kaaba of poetry in the East
And in its grip is the banner of leadership.

48. A day in which it lags behind in precedence
Is a day of reckoning, a day of judgment!