1. Solace, for he who bid farewell will not return
And how many have departed and bade goodbye

2. We tightened our arms around him out of respect
And parted as my teary eyes ran and wept

3. And how much the fracture of youth saddened us
We gathered together so long as that gathering lasted

4. An evening with no heart afflicted by passion
Nor a house made lonesome with one who patched it

5. A mind and days that pass as though they are
Gardens whose blossoms' fragrances are plucked

6. Hoping from the days what it cannot attain
So hopes never connect or get picked from it

7. And you blame fate in them, deaf not listening
Lost is the blame of one who cannot hear

8. Perhaps the nights will turn back some returnees
Alas no bygone livelihood returns

9. I roam around empty ruins, desolate
Oh, how rarely yearnings and ruins avail

10. And I ask about those who left in their prime
As if my asking and their youth will avail

11. So God dispersed a kin like tears scattered
And a pact of gathering returned wasted

12. So Unsheathe not a lightning sword in a decorated scabbard
Nor did the lithe tender Wurqa cry out in the groves

13. The ordainment of Allah struck me from where I took heed
And man has no repeller against God's decree

14. And it made me lonesome after the intimate friend, and how much
Time has passed with my intimacy with the friend gathered

15. The reasons for my kinship's connections hurt me
So my heart over them aches and severs

16. It is the sudden incident I had feared
Leaving no incident remaining expected

17. Oh Death, what joy you denied me
And what a friend who alternates harm and benefit

18. Neither can tears flow nor can patience graze
Nor can the heart console nor the eyes fall asleep

19. And what is this life, even if its beauty enticed,
But a traitor in his betrayal is uptight

20. Makes us enjoy a refuge only regret follows it
And we admire roses and thickets and meadows

21. And we are tricked by the infant's suckling its mother's teat
When faced with matters so the free are tricked

22. The brilliance of beauty beneath which ugliness hides
And how much rich herbage but it makes one sick

23. And it lets us down when reaching the goal
While we look up expecting its ends

24. And we hope to remain in it with might
While we struggle and God gives and deprives

25. And we elevate elaborate buildings, yet we all
To a narrow grave, our place of rest, are led

26. And who knows in which land his tomb will strike him down
And which pigeon will spill his blood unfurled

27. And life was not most delightful in every dwelling
Had we been content with the basest living

28. But it entices with its residence and beauty
Followed by regret over what residence presented

29. And it fools us like a new-born at its mother's bosom
When faced with tribulation while the free are fooled

30. The brilliance of beauty beneath which evil lurks
And how much rich herbage that sickens those who graze

31. And it forsakes us when reaching the goal
While we aspire to realize its ends

32. And we covet it to remain with strength
While we strive and God gives and deprives

33. And we elevate towering buildings, yet we all
To a narrow grave, are housed and made to rest

34. And who knows whose dovecote it will be
And in which plot of land he will be struck down dead

35. And life was not most delightful in every dwelling
Had we been gratified by the basest provision

36. My patron Azdin, show patience, for it
Is habitual for a heart afflicted and torn

37. And cease your complaints, for others'
Hearts soften for those who complain and hurt

38. And in despair lies relief for the dejected
And solace from an intimate replacement found

39. For how many tears after profuse flowing
Rested upon the decree of mortality, laid down

40. And resigned to God the Almighty is its defence
So fear no disasters, for God will defend

41. For neither was an era spared its evil and harms
No wonder, a heart was not spared to become a place

42. And my allegiance is to the Eternal Lord
Whose heart is torn from the scream of separation

43. And one who parted from friends, furniture, and goods
Feeling within the poison of loss imbibed

44. And what is grief but a battle I face
The cowardly of heart, but I embolden myself

45. The dream of chiding returns reprimanding me
And my innate disposition seizes me alarmed

46. My beloveds, lasting misfortunes for them
I wore sicknesses that cannot be removed

47. And who can alleviate my anguish from you, all
Or some if anguish can be divided

48. Death marched forth, swords bare and horses saddled
So ask, did any building or entrenched survive?