1. I surrender with the longing of the afflicted,
And I mix my flowing tears with blood.

2. And I will cry for you until the clouds know
That they owe you - how many discharged clouds!

3. And I lead to pasture from the virgin thoughts of my mind,
Gentler than the breeze, without a blemish.

4. After Abu Kafi, is there any to restrain tears?
And after him, a mouth smiles?

5. I confide in you, not because you are my helper,
But the confiding of a burning lover.

6. You left greatness after your remoteness - they are
My days that sometimes adorn the face, and sometimes break it.

7. And who is for the unattainable endeavors
With ease when they weary you other than you who submits?

8. And who can solve the greatest concerns
With a mind like an Indian sword that pierces?

9. And who comes to you seeking refuge
From the calamity of time? You say: At your service, at your service, so find peace!

10. And who is the adornment of the assembly of which you are its adornment
When you are absent or the crescent moon of the gold-embroidered Thursday?

11. So I was anguished - how ardent I was and how prolonged was my agony!
And I lost the most virtuous I knew and the most generous.

12. You went ahead of us and willingly surrendered yourself to God,
And you went away when you were determined to take the best course.

13. And you left us in deep sorrow and regret
For you, while the one you left has no defects.

14. So the days darkened and their face was dust-colored.
And they and the one you left had no defects.

15. Nights that were once adorned with joy like pearls -
Through them time adorned the land without distortion.

16. You would tread on the Pleiades with shoes as an ascension,
And you would spend the evening at the Star of Sirius gathering its fruits.

17. And you would pluck every ripe flower from the Star Cluster,
And in all hopes you would rule, so rule!

18. It made us drink a cup of pure wine,
And after it we drank a cup of bitterness.

19. You were happy while many tearful-eyed ones cried for you,
And many dark-eyed ones cried for you.

20. Damned is time if it ever scanted you an hour,
Envying with a twisted bow and arrows.

21.
How many resolves did it tear like the shinbones of an ostrich,

22. And how many kingdoms did it separate and perfect?
And how much poetry it scattered and silenced -

23. Such has been its habit since the time of ‘Aad and Jurhum!
May God forgive what has passed for its course,

24. And not replace you with good tidings and excellent favors.
We hope that He shows you pardon and mercy,

25. And we hear from Him your long lament.
Peace of God upon you, the farewell of a regretful one