1. My sorrows for him will never cease,
And my tears from the eyes of time are woven,

2. For a friend and master whose loss pained me,
He had no equal among all the righteous.

3. How many bowls like the basin's midst brimming over,
With water brought by its drawer unfettered,

4. I prepared with fats fully melted,
And the humps of fattened camels browned.

5. I hid it from him, so it knew no news of it,
I yearn for you, oh woe is me Abu Salamah!

6. If he were alive, never would he be far,
A day from you, even if in rocky fragments smashed.

7. I knew that food would kill him,
But I feared that more from his covetousness,

8. When he wraps himself in his coat, and then travels,
The possessions of whom he visits will be plundered.