1. What youth do we eulogize for the sublime one
Whose blood flowed freely over the tips of spears?

2. His companions surrendered him without knowing
That his absence would erase their existence.

3. The banners still stand guard, wary of their places of death,
Yet his feet never wavered from their post.

4. In his corpse fell glory, and to the heavens of his Lord ascended
His soul.

5. What an excellent warrior amidst the frenzy of war
When the fierce flames were kindled and the battle ensued!

6. His hand grew accustomed to the companionship of the spear,
And his mouth grew used to answering the call with “At your service!”

7. Neither hesitant nor relenting,
But honest in the encounter, his confession.

8. If he advanced, the enemies were turned on their heels by his assault,
Or if he said, “Our dialogue has quenched our thirst,” his words did so.

9. The army collapses when it is taken by surprise,
And the battalion is shocked when it is confronted.

10. His blade wept with the tears of separation,
And his pen cracked from the length of sadness.

11. To whom does the helpless turn in times
Of darkness and gloom?

12. And who leads the galloping steeds
When the day shines bright with war?

13. He died but left behind sorrow for his loss,
Its pain almost bursting our hearts.

14. So farewell, oh hero,
You died but your goodness lived on after you.