1. O you who travels the breadth of east and west
Echoing generosity or journeying towards it

2. Pay your respects if you are among his comrades
Weeping for his dead and lamenting

3. For in Miyafariqin we left behind a grave
Where the generous gazed ruefully

4. Containing one whose hands were severed
When hopes and desires were laid to rest

5. Of the noblest of the Taghlib if you saw them
You'd see men who embody the highest virtues

6. When they attack, they leave clouds pouring rain
When they speak, they leave words rhyming eloquently

7. What young man complains to death of losing him
As though death had never claimed all ardently

8. When his manners are remembered, each a virtue
Morals most sublime are revealed fittingly

9. A lad who drinks pure spring water in grief
And harvests sweet herbs now with enmity

10. Oh his grave, be bounteous in every land
Do not expect clouds to rain copiously

11. For if you but knew the dew inside you
You would crack open till dawn breaks violently

12. Oh day of his loss, glorified by all peoples
Through their master you gain solace readily

13. Never shall you see Swords of State's sword today
Bereft of patience or steeped in agony

14. Though the days have ended his life's span
His lofty life leaves fleeting days vainly

15. Nothing is missed if you're present
Nothing yearned for if you remain eternally

16. When we lost patience after Muhammad
We came to his father seeking condolences

17. I wondered how he bore his grief alone
When mountains quake from sorrows mightily

18. But he's a sword, when dark nights close in
He repels them, ever bright and shiningly

19. Worthy, when his eyelids droop, to bare his blade
Till you see the steel gleam brilliantly

20. With arms spread so no spear seems out of reach
With clenched fists so no sword seems inadequately

21. When grief twists a mourning heart
Patience stands guard over him staunchly

22. His glory has not waned as days go by
Mocking their nights and days scornfully