1. O Mahmoud's grave, no passerby waters your soil
With a water skin that is not yet lost

2. I have lost through you all favor combined
O best of those who left, missing to the existing

3. I hated a life in which I cannot see you
Since your death was the death of virtue and generosity

4. And after you my living is not one I rejoice in
What is living without Mahmoud with Mahmoud

5. Through your grace we were in fertility and in abundance
And a spring of dew from your overflowing palms

6. We sought shade wherever time emigrated
And no shades in a shadow cast by you outstretched

7. I cry for you and in truth I cry blood over you
With tears above my cheek in a depression

8. You who tell of his virtues
With a witness of his excellencies and testified

9. His days were holidays I recall them
They did not please me after him, the appearance of Eid

10. After the owner of this grave there is no one
From whom good is expected or who is called on for generosity

11. I have tried after him the masters all together
So my dependence on him after Allah was proven right to me

12. And perhaps my assumption led me to hope
But my assumption was dashed and I did not attain my goal

13. And after him there is no share for one who hopes
Not even a mirage even if it is overflowing

14. I cry over him whenever I am reminded
Of his white days during my black days

15. I cry over the son of the Messenger of Allah leaving me
In losing him between distress and subjugation

16. I wish death with all it has taken and left
Had substituted a thousand existents for one missing

17. I blame a life I do not praise
And I do not praise a living after Mahmoud

18. On Eid I would congratulate him and praise him
I have come to cry over him or eulogize him on Eid