1. The deserts have regained their glory and returned
To the beautiful splendor of olden days,

2. Alas! Time has destroyed
A matchless one.

3. One I took under my wing as one of a thousand,
Seeking in him a shelter and retreat.

4. He turned away just when I needed his support
With a heart full of rancor and hatred.

5. Today my trust is with my Lord,
A star among the brilliant stars.

6. Would that I had died ere the day they said,
“Your branch, O bough, is withered and sere.”

7. By God, still I weep, or try to heal
My grieving heart and its wounds.

8. I lost strength when my son was taken from me,
Let the tents be folded that I may perish.

9. Misfortunes have so buffeted me
That they have changed my constitution.

10. I almost went mad from losing my lion cub;
I was barked at by howling dogs.

11. God rewarded me well for him
And did not reward me with ingratitude.

12. Wisdom filled him while still a child,
And the brilliant stars above revered him.

13. I bade him farewell while my eyelids flowed with tears
And sickness had prostrated me.

14. How I wished to see him once more
Reciting verse to me from every narrator!

15. And composing poetry like my own
So my purpose could be achieved.