1. O son of Abdel Aziz, my heart
Has been wounded since you left me

2. My eyelids shed tears of sorrow for you
While towards others they are miserly

3. They blamed me, though to the people of justice and fairness
Both the sound and the wounded are equal

4. The sickness of my heart is inflamed, containing
Sorrows beyond what the truthful can express

5. And if you are not intentionally cruel
Then both eloquent and inarticulate are the same

6. I have a tongue and weeping eyes that carry
Your misfortune - one conceals and the other reveals

7. And the healthy see me who don't know
That it is others who are safe and sound

8. Despite me, you turned away, and death
Enshrouded you in the grave

9. Alone, with no intimate but distant ones
None but partridges and travelers

10. Clouds assigned to shed tears from my eyelids
And leaves of doves that lament

11. No beautiful or sincere lover escapes
Neither the cooing nor the fervent billing

12. And when the doves gather, nothing consoles me
Of the birds, neither the fleer nor the moaner

13. And from where is permanence, when the body is dust
Vanishing, and only the soul remains

14. And if death is the ultimate end of man
What then is the point of analogies and hints?

15. Each day in the path of sustenance for us
A barefoot and naked wretch wanders

16. One who has no tomorrow, or one who has
A tomorrow but does not return

17. And when the inevitability of death
Overtakes us by the turning of time, it is morning

18. How many we've bid farewell until the final hour
In the belly of dust, faces still radiant

19. Exalted and revered though he was
For ambitions - welcomed and nominated

20. O you who fell, while we
Still grieve for him, though not excessively

21. You knew no disgrace in your final abode
And committed no shameful deed

22. Nothing but prayers, fasting, extolling
The darkness' wings, and glorification

23. And a narrative containing nothing
But the lucid, the pure, and the true

24. A people who are still stuffing for your misguided views
Bearing sincere love for them

25. A niche from their rain-tank, untainted
And an open door to them

26. Meeting with them, and around them people
So one loses and the other profits

27. The reward which seems meager to some
Is for them, and towards you, plentiful

28. I do not fear any hardship for you, and they
Are givers, strivers, and smootheners for you

29. One who sends down pouring rain has quenched
Your grave in which you lie

30. Whenever a passing cloud stops by
It comes laden with dripping buckets

31. And if men visit, the consciousness from it
Does not cease perfuming them