1. I think that if ruin understood him
Ruin would have spared the remains of his beautiful face

2. O his death! You left no elegance or refinement
That you did not decree to the grave and shroud

3. His glances belong to God and death shatters them
As if his eyelids were drunk with intimacy

4. It makes him reluctantly exhale his breath
The hand of death fondles it like the breeze does a branch

5. O what horror my eyes have seen and my ears heard
So there remained neither my eyes nor my ears

6. No part of my body remained that I knew
Except that a part of grief had dissolved it

7. Joining him was more fitting and better for me
Than to live with a languid soul and body