1. The tears of Abdel Wahid flowed
And copiously ran down his cheeks

2. I remembered him after some time and my eyelids
Shed over him regrets and remembrances

3. So I held back the first signs of lament
From my eyes, had it not been for him they would have streamed down

4. The feast stood over me like a funeral
And revealed what had been hidden in my heart

5. Though they buried him in the soil and the landmarks
That illuminated the dawn were darkened

6. They only sheathed in the earth a drawn sword
And only carried in the bier a brave hero

7. We were afflicted, by God, with every misfortune
That made the closest one cry and the distant one wail

8. Oh what a calamity that has befallen and what a tragedy
That has distressed the stony hills and left its mark

9. I missed from him torrents of rain pouring down
And parted from him the radiant full moon

10. There was none more beautiful to behold among people
Nor was there any purer in speech than him among people

11. Does death have a calamity every day
That nearly ruptures the livers with sorrow

12. It stirs sorrows and elicits a moan
And sends warnings of losing loved ones

13. It troubles the sincere friends with its advent
And what serenity remains for anyone when it is troubled

14. The greatest affliction of fate was losing you, Majid
And burying you, the noblest, in the soil

15. And your saying the generous have died, so we did not find
A leader when matters required one

16. What can man do against what befalls him
When God's decree regarding him is determined

17. You feared tribulations whenever they appeared
But how about those whom tribulations come upon unbeknownst

18. And we flow with what is destined for a period
Having no choice in the matter but compliance

19. If our lives are not adorned with longevity
Then no goodness is there in this life that we see

20. Over everyone of us who passes we resentfully mourn
Grieving or dying, so we are excused

21. And I am not one to forget his qualities
That fully remind me, time and again

22. So I will thank him, alive or dead
And appreciate him as long as I live and remember

23. And whenever I perfume myself with the fragrance of his virtues
I scent musk and ambergris

24. Blessed is He who created you, O son of the blessed
Beautiful in doing good, never denying it

25. You remained immaculate until God chose you
And so you were pure, cleansing water

26. You preceded to the mercy of the Compassionate and triumph in contentment
And your steadfastness in beautiful patience did not precede ours

27. Alas, that patience has broken ties
The days suffice as lessons and insights

28. And our souls are destined to meet death
Though we lived an epoch or more

29. The nights never ceased to stab us
With their crescents, time and again

30. Do our hopes make us covet eternal life
In every unreal tale and fiction?

31. Death, you spare no multitude of people
Herding them in panic and terror

32. It seized the heavy clouds of the House of Ghumayr
And came upon Kisra kings and Caesar

33. It was not barred by sturdy citadels
Nor did it reveal what dangers had been hidden

34. Though departed from our sights by his death
He still blazes in our thoughts, kindled

35. We lost you like losing shade in the heat
So no spring remains except what has flowed

36. You were in God's cause not a miser
Of righteous deeds throughout the world

37. For God, you fed the hungry
And clothed and gave shelter to the bare

38. So I beseech God to send showers upon you
Whenever the rain clouds unleash their downpour

39. To pour over the grave sheltering you
And musk diffuses from your sweet scent

40. The well gave you life water every night
And the early cloud drops quenched you

41. You were to the thirsty sweeter than a spring
And were a pouring rain with generosity

42. Poetry flourished and prospered through you
Purchasing praise and glory from you

43. It pained me that merit became unmarketable
And the glory of generosity after you was barren

44. The fires of the dwellings died without a lighter
No generosity lits any fires or dwellings

45. The flowing glory in every aspiration went astray
Reined away from lofty goals

46. So neither a fertile land became fertile
Nor did a meadow bloom, frequented and flowering

47. You were my clear morning from your forehead
And you made my night radiant from your smile

48. If only I knew, with calamities numerous
If only I knew, who could possibly know

49. The beauties of that time, how they changed
And the bloom of that beauty, how it altered

50. Your hands were long in reaching high
Seizing glory and pride in the heights

51. How many coveted them and craved them
Stretching their arms long but falling short

52. From your gracious acts cladding the free with honour
Crowning them with your hands and with necklaces

53. From your virtuous traits authoring a tradition
With which I wrote the glory on its forehead in prose

54. How many impoverished you changed their hardship to ease
Never ceasing to facilitate good deeds

55. If helpers could save from doom
We would have helped you, with ample support

56. How many teary eyes have streamed over you
And how many inflamed hearts nearly ignited

57. How many livers, burnt with anguish for you
Nearly ruptured when you were recalled

58. The night that elicits from me a moan over you
It would be wrong for my eyes to forget it

59. May God's peace be upon you whenever a pilgrim decries
And exalts God in those lands, declaring His glory