1. The time of my demise has come, O mother
And patience has not come, alas, after me

2. If he comes, O mother, after my death
Seek that he visits my grave

3. If he comes, O mother, after my burial
Inform him that I awaited him

4. And inform him, O mother, that I
Remembered him at the hour of death

5. Tell him, when he returns
I passed away while waiting for you

6. My soul did not cease remembering you
In the hour of generosity

7. I resisted calamities after you
I did not spare any effort in repelling them

8. And in the end, death came
Against which I could not contend

9. O mother, if I weep
Do not blame me for my weeping

10. Do you not see that I am
Like a withered branch in the air

11. O mother, I weep for my loss
O mother, I weep for my youth

12. For tonight my repose
Will be, O mother, in the dust

13. In my body, hope contends with death
If you knew the battle between them

14. Death is bound to defeat life
Alas for the life that has passed

15. Alas for the life that has changed
If only the pigeon had waited

16. Until the one who departs returns
When the doctor visited me in the morning

17. I sensed despair in his face
It was clear to me that I was close

18. To my abode in the dust, buried
O mother, O mother, my stay

19. In my grave may be prolonged
Is the saying of one who says true

20. That it is gloomy and dark
I wish what I wish

21. That from you I take my journey
But death is adamant

22. And does not heed a broken heart
If the beloved sought distance after me

23. His image never left my eyelids
If it was not his blessed self

24. It was always his likeness
Awake or asleep, O mother

25. I see him before my eyes
As if he is standing before me

26. As if he is sad for my state
Why is he silent, despondent?

27. He casts his eyes down modestly
I think he is crying secretly

28. For he wipes away tears
O mother, bring me Nabeel my son

29. From him I get the kiss of farewell
O mother, bring him to me for I

30. Have neared the hour of struggle
His sorrowful mother brought him close

31. As she hid the flowing tears
My weak Salma kissed him

32. Then collapsed her head in weakness
A very young child still

33. Like the image of beauty and perfection
You would think him a rosebud

34. With eyes of a gazelle
He wants to speak words

35. But he is unable to do so
He gives his mother a smile

36. And holds on to her hair and braids

37. His mother closed her eyes briefly
Then looked up at the sky

38. Raising her tired eyelids
In a manner that brings tears

39. Saying: O Lord do not separate
Nabeel my child from me

40. Spare my life until he grows up
O Lord, and death after my religion

41. She supplicated thus and fell
Into a slumber that gave no attention

42. And her mother screamed with wailing
As my patience neared its steps

43. He was stunned at meeting me thus
When he saw the sad scene

44. Silence fell on those present
As if a preacher stood still

45. And he cried after the silence for a while
From a heart burning like flames

46. You were to me a gentle companion
But death betrayed you, oh treachery!

47. I had a delicate flower
In the bloom of youth and life

48. A fierce wind blew upon it
And scattered it on the dust

49.
Of what use is my life after this?

50. That which I feared has come to pass
What can I do, alas, how can I endure?