1. You ask me of my generosity in the day
And at night where is my companion Hasan

2. And where is the eloquent, jesting boon companion
And where is the gentle, pleasing nightingale

3. Charmer of nightingales in their nest
And their inspirer, youthful in the arts

4. So I said to her, he died, and she felt
The nights of joy turn to sorrow for him

5. If his body grew plump from fat
His soul knew no fatness

6. He is not dead, but rather
The liveliness of an era erased by time

7. And meaning stripped of its words
And dreams that lost their molars

8. The eastern school recalls
Anwar only for his great favors

9. And his patience in difficulties
And his aid in afflictions

10. And serving an art that heals hearts
And restores souls and awakens the perceptive

11. Not merely an opportunist
But pillar of the art was he

12. Had his friends been fair on the day of farewell
He'd have been buried like Isaac when interred

13. So you were enveloped in musk, not dust
And wrapped in roses, not a shroud

14. And your grave was dug in a garden
Where branch leans over branch

15. And birds weep in its shade
And the breeze sheds its petals

16. And on the lute his strings
Recall the longing and expose the passion

17. And the reed-pipe laments your absence
And you would moan when the reed-pipe did

18. And the violin leaned to grieve over you
Revealing what it had concealed

19. Peace be upon you, peace of the meadows
When the valleys blow their scent

20. Peace on a neighborhood by the imam
And comrades hostage in its deserts

21. Peace on graves like domes
And others like crumbling ruins

22. And a group reconciled after conflict
And Sufis purified after rancor

23. Peace on every hill there
With a stone in the nation's structure