1. The watcher of fate waters a grave's pit
With a knight returned to it, overlapped by winding sheets,

2. And he still maintains his grave while he is perishing,
As he used to maintain his palm while he was alone,

3. Ill, despair has defeated his doctor,
And his friends and visitors have been absent from him.

4. My intimate, after passion there is no endurance,
Nor after the outpouring of tears is there a repeller of tears.

5. Take it easy, for life is money and health,
If they are missing, no praiser praises life.

6. Do not feel secure from wearing disease's clothes,
Its friendship, for disease is the guide of death.

7. They are both seekers, comprehending each together,
A raider upon grasping the souls, supported.

8. Are you not pained that the dwellings have become unrecognizable
And their outskirts and covenants more desolate?

9. That their good-byes have made peace with separation and scantiness,
While the living have not made peace with the wailing mourner.

10. The hands of fate have flown with the estrangement of intimacy,
So they are between the horizons of countries, scattered,

11. Thus a grave in Shiraz, its soil sinks down,
And a grave in Jayy, over it the soil will not go away.

12. And in the sand west of the Tigris lies Majid,
Upon him the frequent visitor who makes covenants.

13. I saw Abu al-Rayyan, his soul did not protect itself
From time's deceits and plots.

14. He circled around Zurraa with a house of pilgrimage,
Nearby, but its benefit is remote.

15. A youth whose limbs and bones are worn out,
Yet his traces and praises are not worn out.

16. A neighbor of the alive from Lu'ay ibn Ghalib,
Their graves are mosques for visitors.

17. Maybe its pure soil will be watered and its vegetation will thrive,
And its leaning branch will become accustomed to return.

18. When the mute camel passes by the weary ruins,
It is restrained by a loving friend who has been struck by lightning.

19. Oh, I wish I knew what this deluded hyena wants
With his progeny and wealth.

20. The young man fears losing what he already has,
And had he not found it, he would not have feared losing it.

21. I see people in what they seek as if
The taking turns of days with them is a polo mallet.

22. When the days fulfill a desire,
He folds up a part of his life while he is struggling.

23. The mistake of an oblivious one, he deliberately commits it,
So he is rewarded with corruption for what he purposely does.

24. And the two groups clash while the melee rages,
So the valiant survives and the deviator perishes.

25. Whoever does not die by the sword dies by other than it.
The causes vary while the malady is one.

26. The killings of nights, O Ibn Hamd, their circumstances vary
And none of their hated things returns to you.

27. Not a tear has dropped from your eyelid
Over a perished one unless your heart was a witness.

28. How do you expect to be consoled for a tragedy
In which a deserter or a helper consoles you?

29. And about its like you consoled a companion yesterday,
So are you regarding what you said yesterday as ascetic?

30. Take a stance for it, O family of Hamd,
Even if it is said that the paternal uncle, uncle, and grandfather will do.

31. And be patient with the suspicion of time, for only
Its horrors and difficulties were created for you.