1. O closest of people to the trusted one
And most missed of people to the precious one

2. This news is the greatest of news
So take patience with your right hand

3. I solace you in it, the beloved of my heart
That melts for the dead and the sad one

4. So let us, with it, mourn the greatness
Whose wound today is in the coffin

5. Do I resemble in my thoughts Abu Hussein
Who dies in the bloom of years

6. While people need him
And Al-Qatr hopes in him for affairs

7. The hope of all in his youth
And the wish of family and children

8. Thus is death, every day
It shows arts of madness

9. If death knew a person
I would say, death has no intellect