1. Life watered you, so you lived fourfold,
We enjoyed blessings through the Bestower of Blessings.

2. Your generosity poured tears, O slope of Rama,
With a slope that, when clouds are stingy, departs.

3. How much did I live in your shade temporarily
Flowing, blameless, commendable and hastening,

4. Two dark-eyed gazelles whose eyelids' magic
Turns upon us the sequined destiny.

5. Under her veil appeared flashes like the full moon’s,
Else, were it not for virtue, I'd think her masked.

6. Of her people, I know not if their swords
In battle or her glances were more cutting,

7. She burdened me the day we parted,
Had she borne it herself she'd have crumbled.

8. I swear I didn't, when we bade farewell,
Tell her “Be patient” or “Farewell to love.”

9. So we hoped the trellis would rain upon withered branches
And we gulped the bitterness of tribulation greedily.

10. We sought their nearness, but time separated
What hopes we’d joined.

11. The nights showed us passing visions, then when
We examined them, they were contrived.

12. She gifted us then took back her gifts,
Days gift only to deprive.

13. Whoever accompanied life even an hour
In it his state changed and diversified.

14. By gone night brought in its folds
A crown of flowers with jewels encrusted,

15. It cut with pieces of it every covetous one
Who'd made it prey and pasture.

16. With a swift, bare-footed steed whose pace
Vied with lightning’s dash when it cracks.

17. To the Presence of the Master who intended His Face,
Through Whom we're rich without the rising moon.

18. Perfector of the noble science, and he through whom
Firm pillars of guidance are erected.

19. A house of sheer pottery that no filth soiled,
Pure to behold, open.

20. Noble, as if generosity stretched out its palm,
So time cannot fold back its fingers.

21. Singular sublime, had he wished intercession for his lute string
From time one day, it would not intercede.

22. He hastened to gentle glory after wearing it out,
So he attained it while the singer attains what he hastens to.

23. My eyes never saw before him one so eloquent
In sweeter, more wondrous speech.

24. Goodwill comes to him as to a patron, and arises
Before him humble, from him humbly.

25. From magnifying God the Sublime spontaneously,
Spontaneously the learned magnified him.

26. His pens protect the sublime, as though they were
A heart that gathered them as ribs.

27. With books he overawes armies, and he
Before whom the bold and rash shuddered,

28. An imam who surpasses counting his merit,
Can you hope to count downpours and gather them?

29. In what science does he not see himself learned,
And from what thing has he not been abstinent?

30. In what lesson wasn't he guidance's student,
Once filled, now emptied?

31. What tangled inquiry whose perplexity he doesn't discuss
To answer it fundamentally and branch it out?

32. O best of those who give, grant precedence and change,
And attain the heights, so listen:

33. My loved ones shunned me, and my bosom friend blocked me,
And time brought me piecemeal calamity.

34. Nor did my innermost thoughts conceal
Any rancor except I pardoned, pained.

35. For the epitome of man is spending the night
Overlooking vice, or turning his hearing from lewdness.

36. If you punish the sinner with his deed,
You forfeit the rights of glory, once lost.

37. Who is he whose pact, if you keep faithfully,
Or guard his side, guards you?

38. You aspire to purity from one of ignoble nature
When innate dispositions have quadrupled in him?

39. Or hope the affection shifts from a traitorous heart
When ingrained nature has stamped itself?

40. As you see, days appear to their folk,
When they're over, a laid down code is neglected.

41. The suckling's bowl with rubble and decay, not pure,
Watered, is your martyr, and I command my tears' flow.

42. Had the bitterness of my pouring tears not aged,
I'd have watered his burial place with blood.

43. His precincts wouldn't cease being a meadow
In which the fragrant brilliant flowers abound.

44. We lost an inkwell, beside whom the sea falls short,
Who donned the raiment of decay with his surplus and armor.

45. When he shrouded in a hollow of some five arm spans,
We split apart a seam of patience with him.

46. Despite ourselves we compose his elegy
When we find no harmonious praise for him.

47. Had eggs and anklets warded him other than these,
We'd have deemed them false, and glass prayer beads.

48. Upon every starry night a complete darkness
Streams in its current and pushes through.

49. But Fate didn't fear one who dared it,
Nor one who came to it pleading.

50. Condolence, though condoling for his like's scarce found,
And patience, as patience fits here.

51. In succeeding him, his brother
Gave blossoms of merit that dazzle blossoms.

52. You whose father was most generous, no wonder
You easily attained high ranks hurrying.

53. So stay, O blood, as a cave we take shade under,
And a firm pillar we possess.

54. There, from a wearied talent is what occurs to me,
Becoming, from the claws of disasters, alarmed.

55. The hand of separation tossed its arrows,
Leaving in my breast no escape.

56. I fell short of extending this poem, and fell short,
Stumbling long without it said I misspoke.

57. But the Master called me through you to compose it
And when the Master innovates love, none refuses His call.