1. The spring of poetry and song has dried up
The day my pride left, he who led with ease

2. In its place a fountain of tears took over
Flowing copiously with sorrow in my heart

3. People know I care not
For blames and habits of nomads

4. O tears you were imprisoned
Invisible, so why appear today?

5. This does not befit one like me
What excuse do I have before the critics?

6. My tears spoke, and tears do speak
Awakening the soul to guidance and integrity

7. Don’t blame me for breaking out of captivity
And stirring souls in every club

8. For after three years since my pride left
My love became stubborn and unruly

9. May solace hide me, so leave me be
Don’t blame me for the generous, noble one

10. In vain we hope for a youth like Al-Muhayshi
Who stood for the nation all his life

11. Yes, O tears, what you said is true
You're free, so keep flowing

12. Immortalize his memory today, O tears
For my poetry falls short of my wishes

13. I found no poetic meter
To resemble his endless knowledge

14. My imagination falters, unsure where to go
Amidst waves in the form of sand dunes

15. And what of my imagination?
After my pride left, it won't respond to my calls

16. O my tears, water his burial site
And leave me wandering every valley

17. Care not for what people say
Whose hearts are made of solid stone

18. Their only life goal is opulent living
Even if the outcome is shackles

19. All who died striving nobly
Are alive in my nation and creed

20. And you, Al-Muhayshi's son, have attained
Eternal abode after long struggle

21. The rain did not nourish you, but my tears did
For they are nobler than showers with critique

22. If you disappear into the soil, your memory remains
In hearts of sons and grandchildren