1. Every living being is destined to die,
The convoys keep coming as death leads the way.

2. The early ones passed, generation after generation,
No present remains, and no past stays.

3. Do you see any of them, or hear about them,
Except for their remaining deeds and works?

4. The sphere of the earth tossed our bodies,
And folded the playgrounds and steeds.

5. And the dust on its surface
Is the wheel of life grinding bodies.

6. Each grave from the desert’s side appears
As a sign of truth or a minaret of the return.

7. And the bridles of the convoys from every valley,
And the place where the caravans rest at every stream.

8. The sun rises vigorously wherever it rises,
And sets like the sickle of the harvester.

9. That redness in the sky, and this
Is the crooked knife blade from the whip master.

10. I wonder intentionally and insistently
Or did we assist the country’s crime?

11. The two lives lied, the matter is only
A destined wind blowing wherever it goes.

12. O doves who chanted happily
And still have need for happiness.

13. Her grieving was too much for crying, so she sang,
You've heard many grieving cries.

14. Patience, patience, every friend
Used to company or solitary confinement.

15. Have you returned understanding life
That understanding matters is half of integrity?

16. Illness from health, solace
From bliss, and separation from affection.

17. Its honey is filtered on soft wool,
And its roses are walked on carpets.

18. For both the sleeping and awake,
There is an unsleeping fate lying in wait.

19. An ignited wick that misfortune had struck, and I think not
An arrow missed its target at the appointed time.

20. Slow down, o carriers of the casket,
The death procession is a place of condolence.

21. All the planks of pulpits and thrones
Are useless except for these planks.

22. The ships rest one day, while this one
Transports the two worlds from the times of `Aad.

23. Beyond steads, no glory was increased
Since they existed, nor upon the steeds.

24. Did you ask death’s bag what was inside
Of supplies and tools?

25. In its folds, there is a leader of rows
And sincere disciples of faith and belief.

26. If you left it the reins, it would have come
Alone with the martyr to the abode of guidance.

27. Do you see in the gathering an awakened Egypt
Who has worn black?

28. The crown of its freemen, a youth and elder
Who cared that it would see him in shackles?

29. Bury him, the bright ashes of an ambassador
On the path of rights, the bright ashes of martyrdom.

30. And erect him into resurrection as a spear
He was to the crowds, dew, and repulsion.

31. And establish him in the pages as anger
That did not befriend sitting in sheaths.

32. The home leaver shortened the day between us
And an ordeal ended and disasters ceased.

33. Death sufficed from what you fear and wish
And cured the friends and enemies.

34. Whoever came near or went far, indeed death
Is the end of nearness or the edge of distances.

35. Walk with life wherever you wish turning back
And lose life, you will not turn away from slumber.

36. That is the truth, not what they claimed
In the old talk of the renewed.

37. Its words flowed on people’s tongues
While its meaning in the minds of the devout.

38. The strong adorns himself with it, but
Like the adornment of battle in the name of jihad.

39. Do you see the dust more just in judgment
And standing for the rights of servants?

40. The powerful descended into it over the weak
And the kings mixed with the ascetics.

41. Pure pages like the hearts of
The messengers, washed from malice.

42. Rise if you shine from your bed and see
The secret of that banner and soldiers.

43. Do you see them while you lean on them
Other than a structure of harmony and unity?

44. A nation is prepared and a people for the good or evil of fate
Are ready.

45. Egypt cries over you in every shelter
And composes the elegy in every club.

46. If you observed it, the innocence of righteousness
In the darkness of mourning would have startled you.

47. The utmost that the country can be consoled with
Is a man who died for the sake of the country.

48. Mothers who do not endure loss
Except for the noble courageous son.

49. Like Farid, and where is a second Farid?
Which second to the unique one?

50. The generous president, from what we knew
And experienced, and the son of the generous president.

51. Rights consumed his wealth and returning worries
Wasted his body.

52. In that stinginess, the softness of the soul
And the heart’s throbbing during inflammation.

53. An illness that did not reach your bed
Until it trod in the hearts and livers.

54. It met an ulcer that patience suits
And corrupts everything other than corruption.

55. Fate promised to be a bandage for you
But was the worst bandage.

56. If the soul does not ventilate the body
Then Hippocrates is blowing into ashes.