1. It is a page that has been folded and its end has come
My sorrows bid you farewell and peace

2. I yearn for you, the hand of fate has taken you
And the crowds have dispersed from you to resurrection

3. The gathering is organized, its necklace is complete
Where is the evening, your gentle imagination?

4. They look for it as if you were coming back
Alas the speech of death is an illusion

5. There is no waking from the slumber of death
But the vigil of eternity over you as you sleep

6. O you who grieves, honorable in the resting place
Of humility, grandeur and glory

7. You were a doctor and experienced his life
And its realm of pains and illnesses

8. You saw clearly the reality of life, so there is
No confusion or illusions in its shadow

9. And you had encounters with formidable fate
And clashes with relentless death

10. And beyond that, a silent primordial power
From which no veil has been lifted

11. What sorrows that he was guided by his art!
Glory to Him who inclines toward inspiration

12. A country upon a country as if you travelled
The earth not knowing where to stay

13. So you returned from the fever of life to more
Fever that would shake a palace were it standing

14. A journey upon a journey, so here is a rest
That heals the anguish and time passes pleasantly

15. The stranger rests his staff on its sides
And in it eyes and bones settle

16. The little one sleeps next to the elder in fellowship
And loved ones and adversaries embrace

17. They slept until resurrection day and so
You slept there, intimacy and discord