1. A nightingale in the garden, inspired by revelation
His sweet eloquence stirs hearts

2. With a good morning for life, he welcomes the dawn
With beautiful singing and melody

3. Raised in bliss, unaware of misery
Never has hardship touched his paradise

4. Lost in magic, beauty - he quenches his soul
With his nectar and wine

5. He sings of love, in his lofty verse and poetry
Most moving to all who hear his tenderness

6. Time was heedless of him for a while, yet time
Is mean in its overflowing tyranny

7. It left no happiness pure, but stirred up
Muddiness in the clearest water after purity

8. Illness tore at his chest, and he, though strong
Did not complain of the woes of his time

9. Sickness crept between his ribs like a snake
Injecting poison in his body

10. So he faded in youth, and sorrow weakened him
His heart fluttered in anxiety

11. He wept his sorrows, and made others weep,
The forlorn moved by his melodies

12. His heart poured out the myriad feelings in it
And his deepest pains

13. Then he fell silent, left his flute and poetry
And youth left in its blossoming

14. He left sorrow to friends and family
And his closest companions

15. They had no consolation but sincere tears
And a melody forged from his sorrows

16. Poetry and youth mourned, and misfortune shook
The throne of verse to its foundations

17. Where are those who shook platforms proudly
At the sound of his eloquence?

18. A weaving more gentle than the myrtle's scent
Like a rose in its garden

19. In the margins, whispers of lovers
Magic of love and honor in his art

20. Each lover sees in his rhymes
Secrets from his soul laid bare

21. He whose greatness increased when times grew hard
Enemy of villains in our lands

22. Sleep peacefully Abu Ja'far after you exhausted
The art of speech in its creation

23. And tasted bliss, and then misery
And endured woe in all its forms

24. Do you see the debris of youth, picturned by illness
Or love in the flames of its fires?

25. And gave rest to the heart from the tyrant time
Its pain and injustice

26. Time's sickle reaps a people wholly
The mighty and the weak

27. How many a boat has carried the living
To death as it sails on

28. Say, oh brother of verse, what is death and what rebirth?
What is eternity in wondrous heavens?

29. What is mankind's fate, dwelling in the grave
Dirt piled on his coffin?

30. A secret the mind cannot unlock
Through the ages of time

31. Myths comfort man somewhat
Against the grip of oblivion on his being

32. We grieved for the poet's death in his prime
Snatched in full blossom

33. And came, our eyes filled with tears
To console poetry in its bereavement

34. Who among us can offer solace
For the calamity to eloquence in its circle?