1. The brilliant star has set on the horizon of glory
Alas for a heart that does not melt from passion

2. And woe to eyes that do not overflow with tears
For a sea of kings from the Banu Mahdi has gone low

3. The veil of dusk overtook him after excellence
So it came between him and the darkness of the grave

4. He passed away so prohibition came after him
And the breast of nobility after him lost eternity

5. Death annihilated him while he was a part of brilliance
So the palm of favors became without adornment

6. Oh you who come to visit, mourn the son of the benefactor
For the pillar of generosity from the Kaaba of wayfarers fell

7. And console the chiefs for indeed
Through him the chapter of their mention was raised

8. He withdrew so he showed in hearts youthfulness
So alive and dead he never ceased to be clothed in splendor

9. He is the son of Allah's Messenger and the jewel
That formed from the light of prophethood and guidance

10. He granted the world to a most generous father
And preferred arrival in blessedness over ancestors

11. The houris vie for his love and jealousy
And the youths envy him in the Garden of Immortality

12. If the daughters of biers knew his bier
They would wish to be for the full moon the finest sons

13. So the king of power rightly laments his loss
For with his absence the best of lions was lost

14. And the eye of war rightly sheds blood in tears for him
For with his loss it lost its Indian sword

15. And it is the right of the exalted to dig the earth after him
For it lost in the dust the necklace's link

16. His perfume has spread in the earth until
The perfume in it changed to rose musk

17. His shrouds suffice you pride in him
For you are from the swords of the eminent their sheaths

18. And his bier - by God - how did you carry him?
And his grave - how did you contain the unique one?

19. A thoroughbred in the tracks of his fathers he raced
And his noble, glorious, perfect forefathers

20. Had mishaps not prevented him from the course
He would have attained the furthest of their goals

21. Had the rending of pockets brought back what was lost
Few would say: I have rent my heart for them

22. Had death accepted ransom, I would ransom him
But it does not give the free man for the slave

23. O people of glory, the arrows of misfortune do not silence you
Nor have the days crippled your hands from giving

24. Nor have your eyes ever been tested by separation
Nor have yearnings burned your hearts from distance

25. Nor have your views and your palms ceased to be
Lamps guiding and hands benefiting