1. Tears after you, when I remembered you, flowed
And remembrance, when it concealed you, was grievous and woeful

2. O you who left the heart you deserted
Every dawn prayers are offered for the deep sorrows

3. I was mistaken when I thought my heart was with me after you
There is nothing in my bosom except the flames of fire

4. My body diminished from me, extremely weakened
As if it were a heavy load from burdens

5. Fate would not have been harsh had it kept you with me
An eye on traces and remembrances

6. After losing you I have no joys or comforts
Just glimpses of darkness and light

7. It’s all the same if darkness descends upon me or
Dawn breaks and you are gone from me

8. Oh what a woeful night when there was left for me
No expectation in it till dawn

9. Before it, six nights had kept me awake and on it
I was deprived of five and my aspirations were cut off

10. Do not tell me patience helps, they say
Death’s judgement in the land is just

11. No, without you I have no refuge or shelter
For this world is no abode of permanence

12. How often did I carry you on my bosom when you walked
Then you became the best mount I possessed

13. And how often did I stay up all night distressed, but
My crying over you did not help, nor my keeping vigil

14. And how often did I plead to the healer for your illness
Yet my prolonged pleading was to no avail

15. And how often did I hold you in my sleeves, afraid
A mishap would befall you from the calamities

16. The beauty of your face made me imagine
I was in a garden of blossoming youth in daylight

17. If the artist did not portray you for me, yet
You were portrayed in the poetry I recited

18. Or if the grave concealed you in its narrowness
Then the earth to me today is an even narrower abode

19. Or if you hid from me, yet you remained
Amidst the thoughts that wandered in my mind

20. I cannot forget you, or find a time
Without remembering and recollection of you

21. I will lament you as long as I live, and if I die
Then let the reciters recite your elegy after me

22. Oh what a pity, the blindness after insight
Then the blindness in enduring my loss

23. Many have observed me, few have supported me
While my bosom exults in the gloating of visitors

24. So I recited a verse said by one who tasted
What I have tasted of loss and loneliness:

25. “My enemies were my neighbors, while his Lord was his neighbor
Vast is the difference between His neighborhood and mine”

26. Oh what a calamity befell me and crushed my shoulders
Its bonding and the breaking of my spine

27. On a night when my eyes parted from their vision forever
And they parted from me by force

28. No wonder the wings of night have spread
Over my eyes, and every star travelled on

29. I had hoped he would live happily after me
And reach the greatest age

30. I wished that I would meet my end before him
But God’s choice is not my choice

31. And I closed his eyes with my hands though I wish
He had closed mine, out of my preference

32. My eyes yearned for him but I had no power
If only the glance of death had glanced

33. My hands fell short of covering what ended him
Shortcomings point to deficiencies

34. I yearn for him while he complains to me
When he could not express himself

35. I yearn for him, lying propped up on the bed
If only I could have been at his left side

36. Yet the slightest touch increased his
Pain, so he would moan from my poetry

37. And he would groan, pleading for refuge, startled
Like a bird shot, spending the night without rest

38. Until I feared my tears would hurt his body
With the concerns that boiled within me

39. Oh what a tremor that took him and bequeathed
Obligatory anguish and the agony of remembrance

40. If only the release had comforted my eye after
It was inflamed by his release that I desired

41. I yearn for him in the darkness, embracing him
Though I disliked the burning intensity of fondness

42. I yearn for him and singing soothes him
And when I’m silent he asks for more song

43. I yearn for him and he takes from my hand
And returns what I give him, for favor

44. I yearn for him, his necklace of pearls gleaming
Luminous, white, and precious

45. Oh the day death pounced on the boy
Too weak to resist the claws

46. Oh the death blow that equalized between his end
And life, to the extent of its measure

47. Living was sweet when he would appear to me
And now it is bitter, unpalatable

48. Neither distance consoles me, nor length of time
And the changing of eras and lands

49. Sorrows do not end or fulfill my wish
For this is how the Judge has judged me

50. No, my teary laments cannot be extinguished
And if I decided to be patient, like rain

51. Only fire, just fire, can end the bereavement
And only tears can oppose the fire

52. Oh if only I could see life returning one day
And a dear life ransomed for my lost one’s life

53. Then I would ransom my son’s life with my own death
As the willing sacrifice, the chosen one

54. I have turned away from what would not harm me for his sake
So today I do not turn away from what harms me

55. After him, hopes and wishes are equal
In monopolizing me, surrounding me

56. So let the days do to me what they will
After this affliction, there are no more harms

57. And let hopes disappear from me, for I have
No more seasons left in life

58. If one has tasted loss like my grievous loss
Then let him today fall short of my patience

59. And let him cry with me, and make me exceed
All bounds in crying, with copious tears

60. Nothing has shaken the pillar of patience like loss
Or cut sharper than its blade

61. A child passes once, but his father
Tastes bitterness time and again

62. They experience the child’s passing and his evanescence
In phases, however many phases

63. Alas, who can be like me in the phases of loss
Or have phases like mine?

64. Or that in the bitterness of grief I have a peer
Or that in the length of life, my life is short

65. Man's striving will not avail him anything
Against his appointed time and allotted share

66. Death is the end of every living being
The rich and poor are equal in it

67. The foremost are placed by it with the latecomers
In a crumbling grave

68. But the day the child passed was most anguished
For he did not know the race course of life

69. Nothing sweetens the taste of life except absence
Of loss, not abundance of wealth

70. For wealth is like poetry - it is only as good
As what comes after it in every era

71. So let him who lives to see his children live rejoice
And turn his watering hole away from sorrows

72. Some troubles may be tolerable, while some
Remain thorns that pierce for ages