1. The grief of the two Easts in momentous speeches,
And the sadness of the two Wests lasted long,

2. The master of the East died as a guest in the West,
And the West was laden with sorrow,

3. And the East lamented the passing of its leader,
Its thoughts paralyzed and confused.

4. Above the two banks a stirred up wave,
With ripples reaching both shores.

5. The East's grief for the calamity when
Its proof perished and faded away.

6. All leadership in the East is gone, with no savior or recourse,
The countries' guardian died with no burden or trouble.

7. The East took from him half, and the West took half,
Yet the load was not lightened.

8. When Faisal died, the veil over him was lifted,
And they saw him as he truly was, a connected, shining sun.

9. He aspired to unite the Arabic West,
With the hopeful eye of one who aspires.

10. He left traces like stars shining,
Witnessed by generations coming and going.

11. When Faisal died, Arabism was bereaved,
With no way to console it for its loss.

12. Arabism cries for Faisal,
But few tears are shed for Faisal.

13. Dear to Arabism it is, that its unsheathed sword,
Be buried in the grave with him.

14. Faisal has passed, so every house
Along the two Euphrates cries and wails.

15. The protector of the weak passed hastily,
And the shepherd hurried away.

16. After delivering the message of truth, like a prophet and messenger.
The Quran cried for him in sorrow,

17. As did the Torah and the Bible.
He was like a star, stripped

18. Before its time to set had come.
Or an unsheathed sword, taking vengeance,

19. On the thickets of events, polished and smooth.
He strove to restore the glory,

20. Lost by Iraq, which was unthinkable.
When no glory of the forefathers remained in Iraq

21. Except the ruins of the glory.
He came down from its sky like a shooting star,

22. And the tall mountain of refugees collapsed.
Whenever he looked up at it,

23. The eye would turn away, weakened.
Whenever he spoke, the listener would think

24. The heavens themselves were speaking.
Never did I or anyone else expect

25. The light of Sirius to fade away.
But death spares no soul -

26. Such is the unchanging law of God.
His determination filled his chest,

27. To him the impossible did not exist.
The youth took him as their imam,

28. Aspiring to greatness, elder and young.
His view was like his sword, decisive

29. In skirmishes, polished smooth.
He read events in the midst of doubt,

30. With an enlightened eye of discernment.
His soul ascended to the highest abode,

31. Guided at night by Gabriel.
The angels of the Throne welcomed him,

32. As befits his glorification.
The day Faisal died, its mourning was brief,

33. Though momentous events shook Syria, Egypt,
The two Iraqs, and the Hejaz.

34. If you asked the countries, which of you is most bereaved?
All would say, I am the one in most pain.

35. As we mourn Faisal today, so shall a generation mourn him, and then a generation after them.
Grieve, O Quraish, for your master the falcon,

36. Savaged by the night wolves.
Oh my soul, the shade has diminished,

37. Where the refugees found rest.
Be patient and beautiful in your patience, but from where

38. Can my bleeding heart find beautiful patience?
How can I console myself, how can I not let

39. My tears flow wherever they will?
Then they brought him swiftly on an airplane,

40. With wings racing.
The masses descended on him in throngs,

41. Like flooding torrents.
Eyes shedding grateful tears,

42. And hearts full of sorrows.
Bowed heads and necks inclining

43. To the ground in humility.
On an artillery carriage they bore him -

44. Only the sublime merits the sublime.
The crowds were like a roaring sea

45. Stirred by a north wind or south wind.
Behind his coffin, people wept for him

46. Overtaken by grief and shock.
With flags and banners lowered and inverted,

47. And loud wailing.
I had gone for treatment, staying in Bern,

48. Preferring its medicine, while you were unwell.
I tired of remaining a stranger there,

49. Complaining of sickness, while the patient was bored.
So I yearned for your kingdom, my king,

50. But you had met your fate already.
The laments in your palaces grieved me at night,

51. Mourning for you.
The people buried Faisal's body in a grave,

52. As a dear friend buries his dear friend.
They sought a final glimpse of him,

53. But the earth denied them this.
A standstill, their blood spilling on the ground,

54. Poured out in grief.
A standstill where emotions speak

55. And minds comprehend.
My lord, rise from your narrow grave and speak,

56. For the masses stand waiting for you.
Return to us, for none can fill your absence,

57. Except your longed-for self.
You did not die, only journeyed well and healthy,

58. While the body's travel is from the eye to the hearts.
You are eternal, as nights come and go,

59. Immortal, as years revolve.
Long was our chant for you,

60. Now that chant is but wailing.
Man is created from dust and water,

61. To return to them in the end.
I said to fate, complaining, "You hurt

62. Our hearts, which bear the blame."
It said, "I, like all else, operate

63. By unchangeable laws."
O heart, do not dread death,

64. For in death there is nothing to dread.
I have tested life, and it has tested me,

65. So we are equally confused.
What a story! Whenever repeated,

66. It stirs me to recall it.
What a story, full of sorrow,

67. Its chapters filled with blood.
I am like a hut, eroded by storms,

68. With only ruins left standing.
To you, Faisal, I dedicate my poetry,

69. So accept it as a wreath.
Unlike my tears on your grave,

70. Which will remain my companion.
From tenderness they flow, like my tear

71. Of sorrow, almost pouring down.
Rejoice after grief, my soul, and gladly accept

72. Ghazi as Faisal's replacement.
Their fire blazed as the night grew dark,

73. The guide lost his way and the path was obscured.
Builder Faisal died, long live Ghazi,

74. He is the hoped-for Majesty.
If you visit him, you will admire in him

75. A perceptive gaze and authentic vision.
Joyful with the crown, it is your father's unique crown,

76. And the assured throne is his throne.
You are a branch to him, may the branch be honored,

77. And a descendant to him, an excellent descendant.