1. And plague informed me of what fate has done
With names of its despicable deeds

2. So I denied what they said though it was true
Oh best refuge and worst misfortunes

3. Its misdeeds did evilly with names of sorrows
To us, so it forgot past virtues

4. Dust concealed from it in its belly a secret
Of glory and mysteries for the entombed

5. And thirsty soil sucked from its generosity
Growing thereby flowers of praise - what plants!

6. It watered the living and pride at that for the living
Else, the lamenters watered it with tears

7. Else, its bounty watered it in its tomb
As rain does the juicy herbage

8. And they said an old woman, but I said many a deed
Increases thereby beauty over maidens

9. It passed away before while all stop its way
Bidden farewell with righteousness and prayers

10. The soul suffers that its place is not empty of it
And it was not like the greatest of pals

11. But it left many branches
With life for them after every death

12. Like Abu Bakr and like his grandson
My bosom friend, Abu Ishaq - best of intimates

13. By life, death cannot triumph over its like
For it did the greatest deed

14. The sky of glory collapsed and its stars of pride
Became eclipsed

15. And sorrow therein spends nights wakeful
And prevents my eyelids the sweet sleep

16. So say to death, you have plucked our lyres
Plucks in my view thereby discordant

17. So if you were a person, you would not dare them
And avoid them for awe and grant

18. My bosom friend, of lofty aspirations, be patient
For in patience are aids against regrets

19. And cease the standing tears for tears of youth
Are a stand at the burial grounds

20. So oh He who weeps him laughs happily
While You are to him ever compassionate

21. For You meet gladness and those who mourn
And what is coming is inevitably coming