1. Oh eyes, shed abundant tears
And let flow a stream with no restraint

2. Do not try to console me after Yahya
For consolation is defeated and my patience failed

3. As if my insides burn with blazing embers
When sleep is far in the deep of night

4. For Yahya - what youth was like Yahya
Cursed, bereaved, slain unjustly

5. I would stand to the most vicious foe
If he summoned me to take the right of the oppressed by force

6. And to guests, if they knocked at my door seeking refuge
And to the weary and all wayfarers

7. When drought befell them in barren years
The generous one whose hand was never restrained by dust

8. There was the rain alive when hands met
Upon an untouched pasture

9. He brought to life one who was hiding in shame
And emboldened one timider than a frightened rabbit

10. He would drive away the robbers
With the most terrifying lion's roar

11. The wild cats would crouch to him
When they heard his cry at every dawn

12. Either he lies in a desolate grave
Among spirits covered in dust

13. The gallant ones weep for him
With the most copious tears ever shed

14. When a guest arrived at his abode
He would welcome him with a cheerful face

15. Pure, simple hospitality, where generosity
Showed clearly before refusal or acceptance

16. The doors were opened by the dew upon him
And no veil concealed them

17. The misfortunes have afflicted me with his loss
And their sorrows rise and set upon me