1. Egypt has lost its sweetness of sorrows,
A shining star in its skies,

2. A star that used to send poetry as light,
Then cast it upon the horizons.

3. It fell from its lofty spirit a martyr,
Protected neither by years nor poetry.

4. O star, you were extinguished suddenly at night,
After that radiance.

5. O night, is there a dawn after you
That heralds a splitting with its call to prayer?

6. Egypt mourns its virtuous son Shoukry,
So it is a bereaved woman, yearning much.

7. A misfortune that scorches Iraq,
The calamity of Egypt and Egypt the sister of Iraq.

8. He was a meadow and was a flower and a voice,
But today none of these remain.

9. O meadow, today you are but naked earth
Collapsing into fragments upon leaves.

10. The day his death was announced, I said "shame,"
This is nothing but fiction from you.

11. Then when it was confirmed, I hung my head until
The sun of day was eclipsed by my submission.

12. Indeed we were two poets despite
The differences in our tastes.

13. O death, we have no escape from you,
All of us perish while you remain.

14. O death, you are the last arrow
That the life has to face.

15. O death, you have snatched them one by one
My companions, forcibly without farewell.

16. They left unwillingly without a promise to return
And I will soon join the departed.

17. You are the fist of fate that strikes whoever it wants
And the sword of fate at the necks.

18. Yesterday you took Hafiz and today Shoukry,
Your claws now move to catch up.

19. We protested when you swept Shoukry away -
I, poetry, and passion in agreement.

20. After Shoukry, oh how my soul yearns for him,
Poetry has faltered in ways never known.

21. Today one sees of it only ashes
After a burning fire of feelings.

22. You went away to become distant after leaving
No eye, O poet of ethics, on morals.

23. This that you used to sing of
Were some beats of your passionate heart.

24. Those were breaths rising from you,
Laments coming from the depths.

25. All that you said were pearls
That cannot be sold in markets.

26. And they will remain fresh to the ages -
Literature whose ethics you protected.

27. You left us nothing to console ourselves with
During the time of your absence.

28. You were not suited, peacefully,
To meet him grabbing you by the throat.

29. O noble one lying in a grave
God will protect what is in your grave.

30. For you hearts have melted in sorrow and then flowed
As tears from the eyelids and eyelashes.

31. My father your face has now withered
Under what earth has covered.

32. I have nothing to generously gift you
Except my poetry and pouring tears.

33. You are for eternity through what
You left people of fine poetry.

34. You are mortal while your memory endures
You are a body that decays and a lasting renown.

35. You are to Egypt like a teardrop of bereavement
Between the eyelid and eyelashes.

36. Whenever you cast poetry in Egypt
Its echo rang out to the horizons.

37. You crafted rare meaning in the best phrase
By which my listening is sweetened and context improved.

38. You did not attain anything of the message
Except the passions of your throbbing heart.

39. Every living being, his day will come
When he meets what he is to meet.

40. Every ailment, it is to hunt the soul from us -
A kind of tribulation.

41. The body refused to part from the soul, so it said "Do not fear my separation."
I, O body, do not roam except over you

42. When you are freed from my ties.
Then the agony of separation came, so they parted

43. After a farewell embrace and kiss.
Then they wanted reunion but there death was

44. A separation after which there is no reunion.
Lord, he is in a grave in which echoes life

45. To be watered from pouring rain.
And you had hoped in your poetry

46. To attain what is proper from rights.
The pulse of poetry in what

47. Egypt needed from compassion.
A poet, that you would be the first

48. To weep in it the politics of oppression.
You were a vigilant shepherd,

49. More resolute than sharp swords.
Through you the emirate of poetry gloated

50. Since you assumed it rightfully.
How many horses raced in the track

51. And let us take the course to race.
My words do not tire if they elegize you

52. After being fresh leaves.
How many beauties time allowed to bloom and then

53. Appeared in a dress befitting them.
Grief over you overwhelmed me until

54. My range of what to say of you narrowed.
And if poetry falls short, my tears for you

55. Will suffice when pouring out.
What I composed in eulogy for you

56. Was no purer than my streaming tears.
Sleep far in the depths of your grave, away

57. From he who would trouble you.
Forget your days in which you used to

58. Savor life in a full cup.
Forget what you left of lofty palaces,

59. Tall, faithful, and fine necks.
This grave is your last house,

60. O owner of towering layered homes.
If arrows strike me in old age,

61. It was not intentional for me to loose them.
Rather, during their course they may meet

62. A fleeing target or they may not meet any.
Regret over me for the fertile nights

63. And fear of remaining nights.
None berates life except a group

64. Who have no share in its creation.
We suckled its most exquisite wine for days

65. And it was delicious in taste.
We took from luxury a share

66. And drank purpose in a overflowing cup.
Youth, oh youth, it equals

67. All that is in life of pleasures.
I do not think souls accept captivity

68. After freedom and release for them.
Although association in it is little

69. It is a world abundant in lovers.