1. Movements lead to stillness,
Every state changes with the nights.

2. Abiding in the house of life cannot be sound,
And if sound, it is the impossible prohibition.

3. The wilds are the goals of death’s arrows,
They are lions fed by fate.

4. How can they not rob souls and cast them down
When in life they have pasture and separation.

5. One died before your father of a malady,
You, because of it, are the healthy, the sick.

6. And if the root of a branch is uprooted
Some water of life in it remains, little.

7. Why do we follow wishes, why not
Restrain ourselves from wishes through reason?

8. How many a wounded man whose soul
Clung to wishing while his body was slain.

9. Slow hopes urgently hasten,
Sudden death seizes him from them.

10. People are blind to the hostility of fate’s horses
With no restraints clanking in the air.

11. Transporting people from a life to a death,
A generation passes, then a generation.

12. With them pass nights and shooting stars,
Secured from night and day, steeds.

13. They made easy in themselves every hardship,
So misery does not lighten one who becomes miserable.

14. And they inferred perishing with distant proofs
That remove doubt with certain proof.

15. What broken bits can the saying of a self-blamer report
When this age is deaf to his saying?

16. You have shattered hearts and almost
Made the mountains’ foundations crumble.

17. Ahmed the brother of valor did not die until
The beautiful condolence between us died.

18. On the day his loss raised wailing women
In robes of tumultuous grief.

19. White faces were dyed black
As if the rising were sunset in them.

20. And in the sitting of bliss, wretchedness,
So the substitute for merriment in it is wailing.

21. And at the limit of fading, separation turned away
While his faithful Lord attained arrival.

22. Thunder heard in it a shriek of sadness
As the night of sadness in it moaned.

23. And the sky’s tears in every land
Wander over the cheek of the ground,

24. Loneliness crowded the air, the kindling of lightning’s fire,
In its ribs is ample discontent.

25. Do you see rain crying for its brother
So the crying of the sublime for him is long?

26. The cavalry leader with perfect spears, hastily,
And dawn because of their darkness, original.

27. What merit in you should we cry with
Pouring tears in which every soul flows?

28. Chastity, or rescue in which you were
A horseman against wrongs and calamities?

29. Or youth that was as if an orchard, flourishing,
Then fading befell it.

30. And it was clothed in dust in which was lost
The rust of that polished forehead.

31. You were like the master of foes and fate
Advancing while they are floods.

32. The arrows around you, a confusion,
For the greenery of life from it, withering.

33. Ill-fortune cast you a glance and struck down
One whose affairs were weighty.

34. An arrow of fate hit the sun of a war
In life a cutting sword severed.

35. Death feared you when it saw you wiping away
A hero whom it does not assail where you assail.

36. If an apparition of you appeared to it
It would become in the grave’s dust but your substitute.

37. So it shot you in the throat from the quiver of doom
While the atmosphere was darkly cloudy.

38. And when a coward fears a valiant man
What he imagines about him is madness.

39. You were the arrow of ordeal that an arrow raises
In which for the soul with the doves is a messenger.

40. How many a steed wept for you, impatient,
So neighing for you from it is the whinny.

41. And a sword that lengthened sleep in the eyelid
The ringing of mail did not wake it.

42. O noble commander, condolences,
For he who stays the departure is departure.

43. Great is Ahmed’s affliction but
The noble makes the soul patient for the noble.