1. The hand of fate is injurious, causing pain
And your world is vanishing, transient

2. While your Lord inherits its lords
And revives their withered bones

3. I saw the plague destroy people
Its bite has no remedy

4. And our souls are fruits for it
It extends to them a thieving hand

5. And every person has seen with their hearing
The passing of past nations

6. A young man's soul is bare
And the bare must be returned

7. May Allah water my father's grave with mercy
Sending to it a passing scent

8. And facilitate his soul's release
To the Spirit and the pleasant life

9. So much pure manner was in him
And lofty, sublime ambition

10. And foremost, lofty generosity
With the sun of day his second

11. Had his manners embraced the age
Its waters would be clear

12. The news of his death came to me
In the land of yearning, oh how woeful the news to my ears

13. It reddened what had whitened of my tears
And whitened my dark sorrow

14. In the land of exile, as if life there
Has forgotten the stranger with its mention

15. I imagined him in my thoughts
And made near his distant soil

16. I mourned like a widow for Majid
With none to make me happy but rhyme

17. Ancient heritage has a master
His line on the stars stamped sublime

18. He went with wise calm
He did not hurry the firm-standing mountain

19. Nor forget the sadness of the day we parted
And the secrets of our eyes laid bare

20. And there passed to bid us farewell an hour
With the pearls of our falling tears

21. And my stepping on its embers barefoot
To cook and prepare

22. I went to a bitter estrangement
And he to a blissful retreat

23. Into me he entrusted his principles
With stars whose rising is guiding

24. I heard the advice of my mentoring elder
Pleased with his distant land

25. As if my ear heard in it a scream
With which a lifetime bid farewell

26. He went, walking the roads of his forefathers
And ancestors, the departed noble ones

27. Generous people who confronted the threat of death
And left their glories lasting

28. He went and he was to me a brother of sorrow
That mingles with his lofty breath

29. Bestowing in his push against pain and havoc
Upon his cheek, his weeping eye

30. And I have after him deep sorrow
The affairs of tears for him ever-flowing

31. I wept for my father an era, with grief
Its landmarks visible to me

32. No burning anguish has subsided
Nor flowing tear congealed

33. And my soul, however lengthy its life
Did not meet a soul like his