1. The days after you are dark
And a stranger's life without you perishes

2. O crescent, whenever I remember him
Strings of pearls pour from my tears

3. The darkness of the grave becomes light with your presence
And its soil becomes musk with the scent of your winds

4. These hearts were split though musk was not split open
You return, so return my love with a message

5. So my tears flow continuously
For my nights I have a lyre and arrows

6. I imagined they were Arabs and Turks
Strangely, I drag my tail in life

7. While I am its pawn and possession
As if I am a steed racehorse galloping

8. While equal to others in the racetrack
My feast day passed and I did not shed blood

9. Except from the eyes and tight livelihood
I found no generosity, and at every feast

10. No blessing included me among the blessed
If death had left us, we would have left

11. The lion cubs prey in the highlands
The seal of prophets met his death

12. And between worshipers in death is fellowship
Solomon, the day of his death, was not helped

13. By being a prophet and a king
The lion boasts of being a killer

14. Yet against the stroke of death, it is killed
Whether we took up arms or not

15. In death, taking and leaving are the same
My soul yearns for a happy crescent

16. The full moon decreases as it waxes
And promises hopes to be fulfilled

17. But the hopes' time is false
It did not please me until it waned

18. So the horizons of high ambitions cracked
O my friend, is there an eclipse of the morning sun

19. And at Al-Basita, destruction?
Abdul Ghani, solace of my eye, died

20. So the bereavement asked, is there relief from grief?
Abdul Ghani was the basil of the soul

21. And grief intensified whenever it grew
And if the pillars of glory became strong

22. Abdul Ghani was its pillar and its basis
An active, beneficial, righteous, and wise man

23. His mind a refuge and his mark devoutness
Resembling one whose hands were cut off for his mirror

24. And the one whose hands cut for cutting sake
I am like Jacob, grieving and sad

25. So to God, I complain like his complaints
Except I despaired of him, but Jacob

26. Saw Joseph again and his consequence was kingship
After hardship for eighty years

27. While he cried and yearning burned
Knowing well that five hundred years

28. The Chosen One did not remain buried is assured
Only three hundred and five remain of them

29. And there is no doubt about the resurrection
Then we will meet in the resurrection, but how

30. When there is loss and prevention in between?
Perhaps God will bring me close to you

31. With blessing, while the one who wept now laughs
O martyr of Al-Raaf, how did an Indian sword shine from you

32. That has brightness and sharpness?
O martyr of Al-Raaf, be honored through

33. Blood dripping from your nostril was shed
O martyr of Al-Raaf, I am drowning

34. In seas no ships have sailed
I was content with little and became full

35. Of tears in which secrets were exposed
An illness which if I recovered from

36. You would be to me like the onlookers, purest musk
Do you think the separation of a mother

37. Whose habit with your father was betrayal and abandonment
Made you sick? Does she cry when a journey nears?

38. If they ask, “Did he live or die?” they would say
I cry for you with my eyelids full

39. And if enemies cried for you, they would cry