1. The East regained its glory, soaring from its lairs,
As art flourished in its vestiges left barren and bare.

2. With wings spread freely, an eagle takes flight,
No claws make prey flee faster than its might.

3. The fledgling hidden in branches, a tender chick,
Its down just growing as the days tick.

4. Once a flute, now but a mourning grievance;
Weeping for the music that was its sustenance.

5. A slave to passion in rapture and creation,
Each singer enslaved by fascination.

6. A shrine where two states worshipped as one,
Egypt and Syria, Lord and shining sun.

7. Once feasts in the Abbasid Caliph’s abode,
Now refuge in Ja’far’s care as time eroded.

8. The glory of both realms by him made greater,
Seeking home when glory could not sate her.

9. Dimming the luster of the royal air,
Forgetting decorum without a care.

10. Many a night the gambler won acclaim,
Lighting stars that put the moon to shame.

11. Memories of youth in the gardens he brings,
Arabia through the poet’s strings sings.

12. Melodies flow, note after note,
Like a friend’s chatter or herbs antidote.

13. A passion wails, if it were but for a lover,
The listeners would know where burns the ember.

14. The lovelorn wish his sigh would portray,
When pressed, the excuses he cannot say.

15. Gasps that echo Qais in his agony,
Singing love’s meaning and its tragedy.

16. None can reward him for his art and creation,
He never complains of less appreciation.

17. Dawn hears his songs, pleading: "Oh night, delay your death!"
As darkness slowly draws its dying breath.

18. All mourned the day Hamouli passed on,
No cure left for grief in the apothecary gone.

19. Father of music, his son and his brother,
Strong in secrets none else could uncover.

20. Pure elder in his prime and his fading,
Generous one, in giving unweighting.

21. Holding back tunes from talented singers,
To let the poor enjoy his choice fingers.

22. A voice to soothe in calamities cruel stings,
Wealth to help those who suffer slings.

23. Sheltering the poor, their comfort he doubles,
Aiding the orphan, their woes he uncouples.

24. A friend true when fortunes waver and wane,
Balm for the sorrowful, their grievance made plain.

25. You were no short-lived star to forget,
Maestro, your nation cannot your memory offset.

26. Fate comes or goes, beginnings or ends,
You met each dawn that daybreak sends.

27. The sublime now in the dust is lain,
Triumphs and failures, none shall remain.

28. Illness fades, death shall end the pact,
The final limit beyond turning back.

29. My people grieve what pride we are missing,
The joy of your voice, your laughter ringing.

30. Mourning a life that has passed fleeting,
The last of times that is completing.

31. From remnants you bring contentment simmering,
Solace from ruins, new light glimmering.

32. When people rejoiced in your tunes all night,
The day stretched to reach the dark’s height.