1. The breeze coming over watered your grave, O stranger!
Indeed, you attained the remains of Ibn Abbad.

2. With wisdom, knowledge and prosperity when they were connected,
With fertility, though they suffered drought without rain for the sower,

3. With the critic, the striker, the archer when they fought,
With death, red with sorrow usual,

4. With fate in vengeance, with the sea in blessings,
With the moon in darkness, with the chest in the companion.

5. Yes, it is the truth, and destiny befell me with it
From the sky, so destiny befell me for the appointment.

6. I did not know before that bier
That mountains would collapse over the poles.

7. Enough for you, so be gentle with what you were entrusted with of generosity.
Every thunderbolt’s axis watered you.

8. Your brother, whom you hid, cries for you
With flowing tears under the metal sheet.

9. Until the hanging tear sheds for you, flowing
From the eyes of flowers that did not begrudge happiness.

10. And the prayer of God for your burial remains ceaseless,
Beyond count in number.