1. O dweller of the grave, the grave has become a paradise
Since they surrounded you and tears became a flood

2. Beauty and kindness have become strangers to a country
That used to call you Hasan in it

3. Where are the loved ones and friends, my son?
And where are those whose help I sought in distress?

4. They are gone while my heart still burns in sorrow
If the water of life touched it, it would turn into fire

5. The lightning in the sky shows me your face
So it turns the falling tear into coral

6. Whenever I see a group of writers
And I do not find you among them, I think them devils

7. O joy of life, after you life has no
Living that I secretly or openly delight in

8. O most well-mannered and protected neighbor
And most high-reaching in glory building

9. Death has become to me an easy ship
So I do not fear it whether it is absent or close

10. The best consolation for us, my son
Is your piety, for Paradise has prepared a palace for you