1. With Mu'adhdhal, continuing his excesses
The tale of his enmity is recounted against his foes

2. Like a tall spear, he wavers in his resolves
And meanders in his whims

3. Full of vices, he leans into his sides
And his loves, comforts, and misfortunes

4. The hand of fate hastened upon him, and his return
Intoxicated with the wine of youth and its water

5. And his lapses followed one another, and sometimes
He stumbled over a whim from his opinions

6. Wondrous is the edge of the sword, how it struck him
And its sharpness in fright, not in its sharpening

7. And for Mus'ab who filled the world with his tumult
They led him after his authority and refusal

8. Whether they raise him, they have sung his praises
Or vilify him, they have sufficed with his virtues

9. Or if the enemies innovate against him, then a
Sunnah for fate proceeding against its peers

10. They will not rejoice in it - how many gloaters
Over his demise, though perhaps he still draws breath

11. O owner of the strange grave, and below it
Danger that makes distance in its groaning

12. The clouds remembered over your tomb a
Tie by which tears flow from their streams

13. And the winds breathed upon it, sick
From the heat of the fire of grief or its relief

14. I surely neglected you out of fear, and maybe
A friend neglects while you are still in his bosom