1. My ears are deaf to your wailing, and my humanity is numb
No one like you has ever graced me, O best of men

2. You deafened me, banished my sleep, and drowned me
O you who brought tears to my eyes through your loyalty

3. Today, O nephew, I have no vigor
To revive even a little, helpless and distressed

4. Nor, O friend, is the life I lead tomorrow
Sweeter and finer than poison of snakes

5. I have deposited your praise in my diary, so delight me
Yet today it makes me weep with elegies

6. When I recall my past days in Damascus
I found them to be dreams and mirth

7. Your days of generosity, an unending flood
Upon the destitute, and a sea that is never stingy

8. You were happy as if you were
A hopeful suitor, treating kindly

9. Woe to death, how strange are its wonders
With your death, it revived my sorrows after death

10. It left no lion of courage for the Ayyubids
More generous and valiant than the lionesses

11. If we were united in describing your zeal
In religion, no two would differ in the nation

12. After you, who will tame the steeds and
Compose poetry from storyteller and judge?

13. And who but you will train the swimming girls and
Guide them and skillfully compose poems in calligraphy?

14. Who will care for the orphans of Damascus in a year
Where there is no meadow or garden verdant?

15. If tears seen above the cheeks could be bought
It would enrich the widows like pearls and coral

16. It left me, woe is me, no time for enjoyment
Only for misery and worries it let me remain

17. Were it not for your solace in your brother, the brave one,
And in my sons, death would have overtaken me

18. So may the son of your father live in ease and plenty
As long as the new moons shine on the Kurds

19. And may your cub Ibrahim and your eldest daughter
And Michel remain supporters of Susa

20. May God's mercy be upon you, O friend, for your
Efforts in life never harmed anyone