1. I stood praising the Messenger in my poems,
If only I do not become exhausted, for exhaustion is so ugly.

2. My strength is sustained by him, and he is my pleasure,
My strength, and who can be consoled when hunger consumes them?

3. May God protect my soul from being obsessed with other than him,
Swaying into any water other than his water bucket.

4. I stumbled upon the gentle meaning by which,
My closeness is brought nearer and my elevation made higher.

5. And say to him my prose and poetry, and that I
Remain standing around his grave describing anguish.

6. The standing of a lover complaining of the pain of passion,
And a heart that separation burnt in its fire to embers.

7. The events of this life destroyed mankind,
And left behind no patience or cunning scheme.

8. The fuel of sorrow is that you do not see one of high character
Who grew up except that he became in the ground crippled.

9. Fate stubbornly disobeyed, though it did not disobey,
So it destroyed and burnt.

10. Dignified, for fate twisted determinedly,
And in its ear is deafness to whoever argues against the twisted.