1. Do the hands of fate continue to afflict us with trials,
And take away our homes and departing camels?

2. The lions are captured while fiercely roaring,
Taken from us forcibly without the guard's consent.

3. The soul of every defiant, bold warrior is hunted in us,
Even if he is not a warrior.

4. O my friend, if you are in pursuit of those who passed away,
In conditions like mine, then you are my companion.

5. Abandon all thoughts except those in the dovecote, and do not stand
With greed in the house of illusory doubts.

6. And if you are one day rationalizing to my hearing,
Then tell me the story of misfortunes.

7. I am preoccupied with those who stayed with the departed,
And with fantasies that fascinated us with wonders.

8. A companion to the sword of religion whose words blazed,
And did not come near nonsense or confusion.

9. He came with honesty, though I suspected him
Deceiving myself - indeed his words were of a liar.

10. So he deprived me of the joys of life, and drew me
To the side of sorrows, from every side.

11. Oh, what an affliction that saddened me,
And introduced me to troubles.

12. Were it not for him, I would not have closed my eyelids to motes,
Nor would my cheek inclined to flowing tears.

13. I am led to grief from every direction,
As if I am submissive in the palms of aggressors.

14. So there is no appetizing food for one who tastes,
Nor a drink that delights the drinker among us.

15. Tell the Indian swords after his loss:
You have reached your limit in striking the striker.

16. And tell the tall in status to be firm, for he who
Guided you is gone, not returning disappointed.

17. And tell the steeds of battle, after he who held their reins left,
You are no longer worthy of carrying a rider.

18. And tell those raiders who were accustomed
To the crowds of sublime deeds in the hearts of battalions:

19. Leave what you have become accustomed to of clanging, for the leader of your plunging attacks is gone,
By the decree of fate among you all.

20. And tell the secretive ones aspiring for wealth:
They will never be between one who walks and one who rides.

21. No fire will be lit for the villages,
Nor an opened feast with gifts.

22. A young man whose generosity and nobility have abandoned him,
And when his fortune ended, the bags of virtue emptied.

23. And how many days have its misfortunes stung you
With the thorns of sublime deeds, not the thorns of scorpions!

24. You roamed the night until you possessed it
Against creatures of difficulties, obstinate adversaries.

25. You see them biting the dignity as if
They wore the knitting of sarcasm and the red gowns.

26. And around you are scouts on every path
To glory, imagining the supervision of guards.

27. When determined, they do not retract from resolve,
And if they advance, they do not look at consequences.

28. The loss of a true friend is hard, so how can I endure,
When I have lost a friend among my closest relatives?

29. It pains me that I left you alone
On a path between youth and old age.

30. On it the command of fate is obeyed among a people
Who refused to obey a conqueror after a conqueror.

31. And none among them reached a position
That rose and towered over all these positions.

32. If they are shrouded in a cave of their graves,
Then they shone a lifetime dispelling the darkness of the pitfalls.

33. And if their palms are detained from gifts,
Then they stretched lifetimes receiving wishes.

34. And if they crouched in the dust willingly,
Then how many glorious processions they dragged among us!

35. Do not give me to drink the tears of my eyes after him,
And do not let me hear anything but the voice of mourning.

36. May God water what you have become of dust
With the pure rain from the pure clouds.

37. And may it continue flowing with pardon and mercy,
And the spirit of Heaven from all sides.

38. For it the pages were folded forcibly
Over the towering necks and massive duties.