1. My tears flow like blood if lament pours forth,
Patience refused, grief is too great for patience,

2. My eyes will not freeze, weeping became beautiful,
And anguish is intense when the absent one is in the grave.

3. I have no patience anymore after Amr,
So I do not restrain my laments for others.

4. Peace and watering from the hand of God descend,
Upon a worn out body in a barren desert,

5. Spirits roamed over it safely when it flowed,
Though they were sorrowful when it flowed as it flows.

6. Dew, clothing, forbearance and piety are gone,
Nothing remains after Amr but remembrance.

7. If the days wear him away, they cannot wear away,
Deeds from him that do not vanish in narration.

8. When you meet him, you meet only honorable,
His honor protected, his wealth lavished.

9. What place did his hands not bestow favor,
Upon its people, on land or sea?

10. No two conditions arose except he was seen,
Riding those that capture, fighting those who flee.

11. Whoever had leaves and grass as his provisions,
Wanted no wealth but praise as provisions.

12. Both his conditions, generosity wherever fate turned,
With the revolutions of time, in ease and hardship.

13. No time were favors missing from his hands,
Assistance was added to him from the first light.

14. No feat of ability was attributed except to him,
No tongues spoke but they spoke of his superiority.

15. He saw a day pass, a night go by,
Without earning the path of gratitude.

16. Eyes lower before his majesty,
In him is no arrogance, only grandeur.

17. You see his public behavior is that of the pious,
His secret, if you examine the secret, more pious than the public.

18. No day came, no night passed,
Without him earning praise, his thoughts occupied.

19. His hands' favors spread to all people,
They covered him with tribulation and reward.

20. The regions of the land grieved over his death,
Weeping over his death, from region to region.

21. The belly of the earth felt intimate in his nearness,
It became gentle and submissive over him.

22. The earth was not watered but with his sword,
When its horizons dried of rain.

23. If want was born one day for his hands,
Affluence poured in every empty desert.

24. God's mountain which was a fortress,
And honor for God's religion, fell, humbled over disbelief.

25. I wonder at the hands of fate, how they crept
To you, while between the eagle and eagle lies your house.

26. You were not one to ignore an era over thorns,
Nor gentle over calamities against compulsion.

27. If honor drove away the fates from a man,
No one would attain life to the age of white hair.

28. Were not the causes of devastation obedient to his hands,
Clarifying which he would shoot, and which he would refrain?

29. When the caller to might cried out, two banners marched before him,
Tied with victory and triumph.

30. The resolve of his ferocity divided the lives of enemies,
With an Indian sword and a Syrian spear.

31. His sword did not strike except to protect the sanctity of religion,
He did not lead God's cavalry but to the border.

32. He made the fate drink the blood of his peace's enemies,
So fate drank what it had made his enemies drink.

33. Abu Amr succeeded so we said, for us Amr
The rising of the full moon sufficed over the disappearance of the full moon.

34. Abu Amr's life was synonymous with Amr, so when Amr died, Abu Amr died.
We feared only fate against him,

35. Nothing feared for him from fate remained.
It eased my sorrow that he who lives after him,

36. Meets what he met, even if extended in years.
It eased my grief that I do not see anyone,

37. Of people but saddened over (Amr's) loss.
O Amr, after you we assaulted the nights,

38. After we praised the world through your breaking of backs.
I will reward you with gratitude what I live, and if I die,

39. I will maintain praise of you remaining to the resurrection.
I will prefer my sorrow in you over composure,

40. The flowing of tears, not crying and elegizing.
My fate cast me against you, O Amr, after