1. Alas, O people inclined to fate!
Forget my wounds, for time does abate.

2. This world with its sorrows beguiles,
Like rich pastures lure roaming tribes.

3. It bids me peace, while in its confines,
Are pits where serpents and scorpions twine.

4. And ah, the sweet poison it brought!
Which made me heedless of ruin or loss.

5. You fancied it, though its sight was uncomely,
As a thirsty man fancies even the salty.

6. Say to the best of Quraysh people around,
And dwellers of plains and valleys abound:

7. The height of glory has left your horizons,
Generosity, nobility have fled your regions.

8. God has eclipsed your brightening star,
As cattle avoid a deserted watering hole.

9. Urged by zeal, though the guide-rope is slackened,
And the waterbag emptied of its burden is slackened.

10. Now turn a blind eye to my misplaced passion,
For at dusk, you have no need of action.

11. We overpowered him, as Layl's son was bested,
And the morning outlasted the night's persistence.

12. Say to my peers who were green in my salad days,
Whose spears or swords I did not raise:

13. Take back my bridle from wherever you please,
For today to my foes I sue for peace.

14. Circle and strike me, do not fear my resistance,
For I am bereft now of all defence.

15. Lead me for I am no longer strong,
To uphold the valour to which you belong.

16. Expect no joy from me anymore,
For Musa's son has taken away my cheer.

17. For that which kindles my zeal,
Or comforts me when my spirits kneel,

18. My steed's mettle avails me naught,
As fate has my desires brought to naught.

19. No sheltering roof or tent for me now,
Nor east winds or west winds allow.

20. So who will feed the steeds vying in their run?
To excel the fleetest racers under the sun.

21. And who will vigilantly guard the eggs at night,
From the enemies in days of strife and fight?

22. And who will ignite fiercest fires in battle's blazing throes,
When clashing spears deal deathly blows?

23. And who will valiantly defend Musbil's name,
When peril looms, with a courage aflame?

24. And who will rebuff wealth with open-handedness rife,
As sweet tales recount of nobles free of strife?

25. And who will mend a laggard's broken word,
Spurning jesters who find falsehoods preferred?

26. Such is the world, at first beguiling and then,
With damaging candour, wounds again.

27. Gifting today then rescinding tomorrow,
Mixing earnest and jest, blessing and sorrow.

28. So who dares assail the queen of sorrows,
When she comes cloaked in life's harshest arrows?

29. May Allah's peace transport him through the nights,
And may morn guide him to blissful heights,

30. To a grave clung to with hands pure of sin,
A fount of goodness and faith within.

31. A noble soul who sought only the lawful,
And lived on the clean, spurning the unlawful.

32. No disgrace soiled his garb, no shame ever stuck,
His wings were unburdened by sins of bad luck.

33. Light of load for misdeeds of the past,
His book of deeds from evil cleansed at last.

34. Steered in all matters by conscience as guide,
Knocking at the doors where triumph resides.

35. One of a folk with hearts filled by the Almighty's name,
Regions within, enlightened by the same.

36. With bodies pleased with a pious inclination,
And faith pure and safe from aberration.

37. O kindred of fathers, lament him in words clear and plain,
However your eloquent tongues may deign.

38. And if you wish to sever ties, then go ahead,
Part from those whose watering place you shared.

39. Every downpour of events poured forth its fill,
And every laden moment had its share to spill.

40. The clouds slowly drifted showering you,
Like the gait of pregnant she-camels treading anew.

41. Dust that was blessed in life,
Where now the winds play soft without strife,

42. Wealthy though neighbouring ants,
And glowing cinders in the cooking pots.