1. Honor gave him honor, he lives forever
He rose high with power and dominion

2. While all others are dead though living
United then scattered and dispersed

3. Didn’t you hear of our ancestors
Rulers of night talk and staffs

4. They passed and each of us will pass
And houses replaced houses for us

5. The greatest lesson for us and you
Our children passed, yours will too

6. They were kings we consulted
Each a leader that was followed

7. So my share of your sorrow
A share for you and a share for me

8. In my heart numbers of sorrows
A fate until I die

9. I thought well of Fatima’s tribe
That they would stay as if insane

10. Since she died we tear our eyelids
We send condolences or spend the night

11. If not for your patience and fate
Ordained for all people

12. It would have ended our patience
And I would not enjoy food or drink

13. But if you remain dear to us
Never hearing of turmoil

14. Or feeling an earthquake
Then all is ordained will not escape

15. Prolonged weeping will not avail
Restore what passes and emerges

16. If I show the marks of misery
Time’s calamities are deaf and mute

17. I do not fear tribulations
If you live through them with me

18. Father of Arabs, my advocate, my armor
And death avoided me except mourning

19. You are the essence of my secrets
And refuge from time’s caprice

20. In your limits lies my happiness
My provisions against woes while I live

21. So live on as Thuhlan remains
May God protect and favor you

22. Whoever opposes you
Will have a wretched miserable life

23. My condolences for those who passed
Became prisoners of fate

24. If fate skipped like a ostrich
I’d weep, silencing the dove

25. The sorrow between us
A share for you and my share

26. Dear ones passed leaving
Fresh sorrows in my wounded heart

27. Three, oh how three took three
Like strands of pearls

28. Sister of the aunt called her
To die, nothing prevented it

29. Yes, excellent three women of truth
Moved from tents to tombs

30. Watered by the Merciful were their biers
Until the Day of Mutual Disgrace

31. Alive, ever bestowing, pouring
Filled with the rain of the two Holy Lands

32. And God’s mercy upon her
Will revive the dead despite the critics