1. O quarter, no, but the clouds have covered you
Why don't you weep with me for your Master?

2. Have you forgotten, o hard-hearted one, the refined one
Whom kings used to call an angel?

3. He made covenants and swore by his generosity
That he would never say "enough" to one who asked

4. O how little is your loyalty, deaf is your echo
The desert made you harsh, and what misled you?

5. Where are those I saw and heard
Who praised nothing in the wilds but you?

6. After that full moon visited you, did any visitor come
Except to ask where that one was?

7. Alas for him, he lies still
Among the graves, which seem to him planets

8. Alas for him, righteous and noble
Who was neither miserly nor wasteful

9. The needy would hear from his words
Only greetings, no more, and "take this"

10. The wind of misfortunes tangled snares for him
He fell into them, unable to stir

11. The traitorousness of youth bid him farewell
And the dust received the deadly knight

12. May their hands, which wronged the exalted one, perish
They grew flowers but left only thorns

13. O family of Abraham, the garden of purity
After Abraham withered and became desolate

14. They rolled in the ashes and wore the garb of mourning
And wept for the handsome youth who fate wove

15. A garment of dust for his youth and tailored it
He erased our beautiful nights and left

16. After his departure days of darker complexion
What harm, my son, if death had inherited

17. Your youth and chosen your father instead?
For death, my son, is more pleasing to behold

18. Than seeing the world without sight of you
If I pictured the state I found him in

19. In the tomb, it would make a painter weep
By God, my dutiful pigeon left me only

20. To set her on fire with the flames of your lament
I yearn for you, and every hopeful person yearns

21. Who gained no boon but through you
I yearn for you, and every emulator yearns

22. Who likened your face to the moon, your brilliance to suns
The moon is your servant, the gazelle your confidant

23. The stars are pebbles from your jewelry
Do you think your beauty remains, my bliss,

24. Visible in the earth, or has it faded?
I never thought, my sovereign pigeon

25. That dust was a garden for your youth
Until I saw you cushioned in the grave

26. Its soil perfumed with your sweet scent
The Merciful drew no distinction for my eyes

27. Between your tomb and you, even in Paradise
For we have with Him a mediatrix whose rank

28. Exceeds all minds and transcends all perception
He will satisfy you, my son, with what you choose

29. And my heart's certainty is that it pleased you