1. The moon of the highest realm set, O carrier of wings,
So dreams of dawn dispelling gloom are futile.

2. The stars of the horizon seem perplexed,
Grieving through the night with no pause.

3. The pleasure groves and dew are diminished,
Never again to drip on the meadow.

4. Gone is fortune, following its path.
None can prevent it or grant it.

5. The spring of life has passed, now bent,
Though once tall as a lofty spear.

6. The sanctuary of knowledge al-Khalili is deserted,
Its coffers empty, with no stinginess or dearth.

7. The critic of eloquence and its deviation,
No difference between valor and disgrace.

8. The sword unsheathed only briefly,
Dreadful yet forgiving in battle.

9. Flaws in people appeared at the peak of perfection,
Sweet Euphrates unlike the salt stream.

10. Scholar dispelling gloom through eloquence,
Meanings unveiled, not sullen or harsh.

11. That downpour of generosity overflowing from his breast,
Pouring knowledge freely, no grudging or rationing.

12. The Damascus sky lightened of his departing steps,
No longer burdened by its heavy clouds.

13. A leader spreading knowledge to all faiths,
Overflowing like rainclouds with wisdom.

14. Some saw his radiant visage as Eid,
Others as dawn illuminating daybreak.

15. I pondered writing verse for him after death,
But could not mourn shifting sands or slopes.

16. The singers fell silent, distraught,
Poetry ceasing between messenger and parchment.

17. My fervor refuses to forget his epic deeds,
Wit and jest that adorned him.

18. His generosity knew no bounds,
Detailing it exhausts description.

19. In grief for him I cannot awaken,
The generous sky darkened, no longer bright.

20. I clutch the ruins in anguish,
Sorrow rejects solace or respite.

21. I summoned the clouds to weep,
But they receded, denying my plea.

22. Once truthful, unspoiled, attentive,
I sought the radiant wine cup at every gathering.

23. At dawn I gained from his kindness,
A treasure of knowledge to consult without toil.

24. I brought him no goods or merit,
Except profits in his exchanges I praised.

25. Many letters came praising me,
Like the wafting scent of musk.

26. His words defended me from the flies of tongues,
Like sparks stinging the spiteful.

27. He gave me free rein in the arena of eloquence,
Surpassing many to the goal in the racecourse.

28. Dear to Qais and Awf tribes,
Elegies for him remain beyond praise.

29. The strokes of death among all tribes are ancient.
Why not make peace?

30. I deterred but was not heeded,
I advised the nights to cry out with wisdom.

31. He allowed such heights without pride,
A steed who charged without sword or spear.

32. He wore no pomp of ostentation,
No garb of narcissus or basil.

33. The land did not laugh with flowers or guidance,
Dawn's rays leading horses to meadows.

34. If only this lament could restore the world,
It would fly like rays pieced together.

35. His soul saw itself a stranger among people,
Bearing sorrow, shunning solace.

36. Lingering in shadow, waking in light,
So pity one fated to remain as she wakes.

37. We see tribulation as humiliation,
While she knows only to remain as she wakes.

38. No good in people with faces like water,
Turbid in the basin, muddied when fetched.

39. They defend when defended by pure hands,
With no valor, like idols or rubble.

40. Their palms still in every gathering,
Swords upon their honor, never stirred.

41. No, my tears for you are not yet dry,
Nor is my grief cooled from its burning.

42. The wounds are old for this dutiful dove,
Now deepened beyond healing.

43. Our noble lineage is certain,
Even without ties of kinship and tribe.

44. Yemenits honored amongst Qais
Are lamps of eloquence and success.

45. They returned you with lasting glory,
To the stronghold of ancestral honor.

46. If grief for you equaled all others,
I would conceal it like their glances hid.

47. But you lost life and died unparalleled,
Glory and success erased together.

48. My days offer no hope of dawn,
My dawn died with you, no more wings.

49. I spoke my heart in this elegy,
For every parchment reminded me of loss.

50. What a gulf lies between hymns and weeping for you,
And the laments and wailing hereafter!

51. Departed not far from your home, may God protect it,
I bled my tears in mourning you.

52. In lamenting one absent from the eye's view,
Any vessel reveals what is inside when poured.

53. Mother night bred none like you,
Unfit now for conception or harvest.

54. If dawn brings no son for the night to see,
Dawn is despised, no cup revealed.