1. Alas! The glory's robe is now torn asunder,
And has bequeathed us lasting, endless woe.

2. Why does my heart not cease from anguish?
As if its embers were fanned to glow.

3. Yes, my heart once joyed when my loved ones thrived,
But fate drove them on in their riding beasts.

4. And my patience left me, though before that day
I was forbearing, heedless of harm from foes.

5. For the loss of a noble ally of the truth,
Who raged against enemies, while they were laid low.

6. A youth who left the exalted in grief and woe,
And clad them in robes of mourning anew.

7. I called to the herald of sorrow, and he answered,
And fate took him, venturing far and wide.

8. For one whose soul itself belonged to God,
Though some strayed from truth and guidance aside.

9. A youth in whose breast we never saw malice boil,
Who'd pardon a sinner, even those who rebelled.

10. And when the best Hashimite was lost to me,
My heart was rent, for nobility and grace.

11. So how can I but mourn him after his death,
When no patience remains in me to uphold?

12. How can my tears be restrained after his loss?
See now my tears flow forth scattered as blood!

13. I yearn for the Lord of Knowledge through whom
We found before this day a guide and leader.

14. I yearn for the science of prosody, now ended,
And whose elegy the poets sang in lament.

15. I yearn for literature, weeping forlornly,
Now scattered, though once congregated friend.

16. Their parade was tranquil, now startled and fractured,
Their ride was smooth, though now rough and marred.

17. Ignorance rose among them since his absence,
Though before this it walked, fettered and chained.

18. The keeners weep for you at sunset,
And your burial in the tomb was unadorned.

19. We knew with you the night shone bright as day,
And after you the dawn rose back as black.

20. You were the keen sight, from specks you were clear,
Now my vision is dimmed and sight stark blind.

21. So my weeping is that I cannot see a brother,
Affectionate - so who can I see affection?

22. The doors of solace and consolation shut firm,
And my patience is futilely tossed away.

23. I wept for a Shaykh robed in the Most High,
Who was for me treasure, pride and guide.

24. Today one passed whom we all leaned upon,
Though many loved ones remain who yet stand.

25. We lost the brother of kindness, forbearance and piety
As God willed - though how wrenching the separation!

26. Do not think I have found solace from his tragedy,
Even if I live eternally in this age.

27. I will weep for my Shaykh though my hands wither,
And fulfill his right, as firmly sworn.

28. If only the outpouring of my weeping
Would alight in a place near his grave for all time.

29. O Solomon, faithful companion, but who now remains
To feel the sorrow and loss so profound?

30. So my tears for you today flow freely released,
And the tongue of poetry is bound in your praise.

31. After you, only desolation remained in Hillah,
Which lamented after your voice fell silent.

32. May God water a grave which covers your person,
With clouds of His good pleasure for eternity.

33. So be patient my sons - patience is your habit,
Though grievous is this loss - give thanks and praise.

34. For in patience, majesty and piety still prevail,
And greatly rewarded are the patient by God.

35. You are mountains of forbearance, if misfortune struck
Flint-like, unmoved if the shocks multiply.

36. Your father has come to the shade of Haydar
To the highest gardens of eternity, companion to Ahmad.

37. And I spoke of him when he came to Ahmad,
In truthful words, no hesitation or doubt.

38. Since the heart of glory was cloven by sorrow,
Let it be solace that Solomon lives on in the Gardens.