1. The pastures do not remain green in the hills,
Nor does a singing bird nourish its chicks in a barren valley,

2. The air hides it in daytime and the darkness of night shelters it to the highest peak.
It crouches with its fledglings on the ground

3. Like a hunched over pottery vessel.
Neither is there a youth kept awake by

4. Its scattered downpour with heavy rain.
It took refuge in its land and found support in

5. The faithful bosom of the generous one with purpose.
That was its habit the entire night

6. Until the eyebrows of dawn moved into action.
It rose like the halting of a resolution and the

7. Chirping bird sheds its coat above its shoulders and chest.
As if its plumage was ruffled between its prayers and the

8. Playing field of feathers.
And like the firm pillar, the brown Syrian, faithful guard of treasures and supplies,

9. Alone in the wilderness, with ample pasture
And whatever grass it grazes.

10. Death left no ruins behind
Among the barren hills and clefts.

11. When I saw death taking
Every strong and every weak one,

12. I spent the night consoling my heart about those who passed
And my tears flowed abundantly if they did not suffice.

13. I forgot my misfortunes - mourning for one who died
And spent the evening buried in dust inside the coffin.

14. He used to make me happy with his gentle company
Without any harm or violence from him.

15. He would answer on your behalf she whom you spent time with
Affectionately until he pleased you with kindness.

16. The “haa” in pronunciation does not pronounce the
“haa”, nor the “laam” with the “alif”.

17. Nor does it blind the meaning of speech
Nor would its recitation be from the scripture.

18. And he was of those who passed away before us
So he is no longer there when he passed away after us.