1. What youth did I bury in the soil
And yet my sorrow for him is not fulfilled

2. After we parted, he left me with
As much grief as sorrows desired

3. I said to a group that told me
He tasted misery, you walked away from the group

4. Your horse did not graze in a dwelling
You stayed in, nor any grass

5. Yet your remembrance remains, and has said to me
What it said, full of soil

6. Honesty has harmed me, so who is it
That will benefit me, O people, with lies?

7. You blamed one who did no wrong
He is nobler than my heart to my heart

8. My spear that pierces the necks of enemies
And in my hands it is my fang

9. How many times did he, instead of me
Save me from fear in battle?

10. When he was in my grip, toward death
I had no bitterness toward him

11. My ambition was satisfied only by him
And I said none but him was enough

12. He relieved me of tight, narrow discomfort
By making space and room

13. Fate takes from between us
When it desires, without crime

14. And no defense can be made against it
With spear thrusts or blows

15. If it wants one hidden, nothing can hide him
Beyond it, it has no veils

16. Or if it wants to take one of lofty
And high station, it has no elevation

17. It stripped the Yemenis of their crowns
Beyond them are the headwraps of the tribe

18. And it pulled from Chosroes and his palace
The red circlets, even the hearts

19. And its visitors have not ceased
To enter from Mudar, tribe to tribe

20. And an oppression among them with its might
Has scattered them, and it has no comrades

21. It folded them in the hands of time
As the morning folds the soft branch

22. As if their corpses were flowering
Tails that fell from the shooting stars

23. And how often it extended among them
The lions of evil and hospitality's nourishers in barrenness

24. Say to one who hopes for eternity
That he is heedless, trusting the bier

25. It is not as you supposed, rather
You were created from dust, from dust

26. Do not expect to be saved by walking when
A wilful fate of vast leap desires you

27. Its hands will reach you whether you are
Far away or near

28. O you far from me, yet my death
Has brought me near to you through nearness

29. How many kind acts of yours have passed
White, even if you are from the dusty ghost

30. The night is like the dawn for the good of creation
And the brown like the white in war

31. And nothing has happened to people
Except what the blackness of eye and heart has undergone

32. And quince in yellowness is created
Better for its owner than sweet apple

33. So boast to the wretched people who have been blackened
In the east, if you will, or in the west

34. Among them all there is not one
Who ruled the non-Arabs and Arabs entirely

35. You were not accustomed to evil nor stayed in
The region of slander or theft

36. And you were not impressed by vanity in solitude
Nor mixed jest with seriousness

37. And whenever you attained a position through it
You protected the vulnerable in it

38. How many times were you a cave for the kings
And how you protected them through kingship from adversity

39. And how many crooked ways you corrected
With pure deliberation, tribe by tribe

40. They were, and from your view their opinions
Were like a millstone rotating on a pole

41. The world turned for them one time
And what revolution is without turmoil?

42. How much deviation did you restrain for them
On the backs of obstinate camels

43. Bearing, carrying fate for the enemies
A plain from earth to plain

44. And whenever they struggled in a darkness
The thorn bushes, the brown on the hillside

45. They were clothed in the weaving of time
From the red fleece, the tribe

46. He who you became pledged to
Watered from the land the valleys of clouds

47. And we heard no gurgling in it
Of a voice, nor the disturbance of sinking

48. And its edges continue dripping
With the pure, cool water

49. Until there appears among their corpses
Exuberant, filled with fertility

50. He is not cast in the soil dead
Pillowing his palm on his side

51. One whose mention flew into the horizons
And traveled in books and writings

52. So join one who named himself for us
As the Forgiver of sins

53. For no evil has reached your hands
Too narrow for the Benevolence of the Lord