1. Yamil built his palace overlooking the Tigris,
And now he sleeps underground and rests.

2. Nothing of him remains visible today except
His tombstone, with greetings and peace.

3. As for Yusuf's shrine, it is as if
It sheathed Yusuf in the shrine like a sword.

4. He used to smile at the affection between us
A covenant from the beautiful past still stands.

5. Shed all your tears, O poet,
For he who you cry for is steadfast.

6. O master, the wind of misery blew him away,
His death broke the covenant of time.

7. You left our company suddenly out of boredom
So you departed without farewells while they stayed.

8. The newspapers did not publish an obituary, rather
Their pens shed tears for you.

9. O you who descended into a narrow grave,
Are you in there, that noble one?

10. Sleep comfortably in your tomb, it is
An abode where dreams do not disturb you.

11. In the palace or the grave, wherever
You dwell, you remain the eminent master.

12. Life eagerly builds its hopes
While death demolishes in its wake.