1. The survival of creatures is dependent on death,
And the nearness is short and the separation imminent.

2. The one whose time has come due to approaching,
And the one whose life is up due to ending.

3. Does the kingship make the terminator die?
Or does glory divert the course of fate?

4. It is death that cracks the unity of all,
And dresses the meadows in robes of ruination.

5. It scorns life with severe tyranny,
And throws souls into miserable affliction.

6. Have you not seen how his hands ransacked
The noble king and the honoured eminent?

7. And met the mistress of masters,
In the abode of decay and the shelter of death.

8. It is sorrow that twisted the hearts’ resolve,
Inflicting and ruining with good solace.

9. So there is no matching lament for it,
Nor any cure in tears for it.

10. Alas, the sighing songs cannot help it,
Nor can the triumph of crying overcome it.

11. And how can an illness cure another illness?
And how can a disease remedy another disease?

12. So those are the calamities of overflowing eyelids,
Gushing from thirsty hearts.

13. There is no chest but aflame with blazing fire,
No eyelid but drowning in water.

14. It nearly cracked the silence’s resolve,
And kindled the fire of sorrow in the air.

15. Ripping open hearts and tearing clothes,
The crying of anguish and yearning of calling.

16. With some cheeks steeped in tears,
And some cheeks steeped in blood.

17. Exposing from the veil of shyness,
And shedding their patience in the bareness.

18. Whites dyed with the colour of mourning,
The red wristbands and white garments.

19. Bemoaners in long black robes,
With hair exposed equally in garb.

20.
A star fell in the sky of glory,

21. For the stars of the sky to weep over you.
So shame on your grief to require

22. The crying of men and blood of women.
For the good deeds of your white hands,

23. The face of dawn clung to brightness.
And for your loss, rarely did the morning

24. Cover itself in the garb of evening.
So what a pity for the kingdom from one of power,

25. Compensated by the power of consolation.
The spirit of graves for lasting glory,

26. And the soul of palaces for an empty quarter.
If death would accept ransom from her,

27. People would fall short to ransom her.
If she is shrouded under the mound’s burial,

28. Whereas formerly atop the lofty heights.
Those are her effects of piety,

29. And spending for God’s sake without concealment.
May the Best of Rewarders reward you

30. With your pure deeds, the best reward.
And you met in the straits of that tomb,

31. The breeze of bliss and scent of comfort.
So O Lord, proximity with the Two Brilliant Ones,

32. You gained and bought with the most high.
And the destitute with both wings clipped,

33. You were informed of him, so he became clothed in gifts.
And the call of the helpless from afar,

34. You heard for the sake of the Listener of prayer.
And the one with love at the abode’s demise,

35. You afforded him the cloak of affection.
So by God, from a knocker in the nights,

36. That struck you with a day like the day of innocence.
Whereupon you bade farewell to the Imam of guidance,

37. An eternal farewell with no reunion.
Your patron and the Chosen One for succession,

38. Of the two former caliphs, Seal of Prophets.
Nor did the arrows of destiny divert you,

39. With the shield of essence and power of annihilation.
And a subservient age and an impregnable wall,

40. And a lofty palace, sturdy of construction.
The lions’ roar and the waving of flags,

41. And the crowds of warriors filling the horizon.
With every brave hero audacious in war,

42. And every noble prince bearing the banner.
And a governor whom God tended what he tended,

43. So He made him thrive in good refinement.
The morn shone upon an insightful Arab,

44. As the dawn shone upon intelligence and judgment.
And his abode was deserted of sharp swords,

45. And his claws fled from wisdom and care.
A man who ransomed his free soul to God,

46. To immortalize the free praise.
And he plunged it into war’s hazards,

47. And detained it in the way of rectitude.
And he struggled in God’s way with true struggle,

48. And sufficed over kingship with true sufficiency.
And he fortified the religion with bulwarks of security,

49. And blocked polytheism’s gate of salvation.
It was a sword when wars polished it,

50. The enemies fled from it like scattered dust.
And victory clothed it in the garb of majesty,

51. And patience crowned it with the crown of splendor.
If fate were to articulate what it harbors,

52. It would call him: O quintessence of saints!
He is the reviver King rightfully named,

53. His hands the guarantors of hopeful life.
Consolation, O Imam of guidance, for the souls,

54. None but You for them have consolation.
And you were compensated with abundant reward,