1. Delight has lost its savor after the knight departed.
Pleasures at gatherings have been disrupted since he's gone.

2. A face shone bright in his garb, as if
His teeth were flaming coals within.

3. Musical genres are now shattered without him,
As horses were hamstrung after their riders left.

4. The accustomed melody has passed; amusements
Are now but fleeting sketches of cavaliers.

5. Bliss was struck down by misfortunes, then auspiciousness
Followed, dogged by the steps of ill luck.

6. Stolen in secrecy from the tumult of revelry, his fighters
Could not be reached by the hands of furtive pigeons.

7. The garden of al-Yasiriyyah was plundered after he left,
Though it had bloomed in fresh attire.

8. The fruits of pleasure turned into roses, and many times
Did they shower those in attendance with dripping wine.

9. After him, eyes wander in the plot of idleness,
Seeing it desolate, its saplings withered.

10. In his presence, piety was no disgrace; the scene of youth
Almost outwitted the ploys of a rivaling foe.

11. Why else would the necks of cups stand tall
When through him they were like the jewelry of brides?

12. Why else are the taverns of Iraq now unrecognizable,
Each companion now left lonely and desolate?

13. I see their roses partly blooming, partly withered;
Their basil partly thriving, partly desiccated.

14. You were ransomed, O precious soul, from corruption,
And the like of you is ransomed with precious souls.

15. You left us with no full-moon night illuminated
Nor any daybreak with a shining sun.

16. As if you never shared cups, though the first light of dawn
Had challenged the brightest of stars.

17. You never delighted honorable drinking with a sweet
And gentle brown-skinned wine-bearer at daybreak,

18. Though the morning shone and their heavy eyelids opened,
Disturbed from tranquil sleep by the crowing of cocks.

19. Passion for him collapsed, as if the hands of gales
Had demolished his towering heights.

20. An open expanse complained of the absence of revelry
In the same way seclusions complain of losing companions.

21. In it, the joking of singers falls silent;
In it, the rod of dancers is not transfixed.

22. Shall I yearn for pleasures after that horseman
When his reins have been cast into abysses?

23. So shame on delights, now that his drumming desists,
No longer quenched by pouring downpours.