1. Nothing remains of you but your shining phantom
Above the bed, cushioned with pillows

2. The wilderness rejoiced at your death, all of it
Whoever among them was certain of the Return

3. How many gatherings for God have you invalidated
Lest the isnad be mentioned in them

4. And how many lamps have you extinguished for us
Until we stray from the guided path

5. And how many generous circles have you widowed
And preachers shackled in chains

6. Indeed the prisoners in jail took comfort
When the funeral processions came to you

7. And tomorrow the doctor will come to your deathbed
But find no remedy for your malady

8. So taste humiliation, soon and late
And God is Lord of the Throne, on watch

9. Still your illness that plagued you constantly
And you were bereaved of children before death