1. The ingenious masterpieces of imagination have faded away,
And the mishaps of time have befallen them.

2. Poetry has become a grieving weak person,
Complaining of his misery to the pens.

3. The pearls of rhyme have sighed after him,
And time has afflicted their perfection with imperfection.

4. The one who refined it and composed its difficult verses has perished,
And the abundant stream in its meadow has become dry.