1. Say to Abu Malik, a young man of Mudar,
A saying with no rebuttal or limit,

2. We came to you with a dead man to shroud
Who is neither jinn nor human,

3. But a dead man whose bones are pottery
Whose flesh is decayed and whose soul reeks,

4. We have nothing with which to shroud him
So shroud the dead man, O brother of Mudar

5. And hurry for he died at dawn, let it be known
And we are wary of his death,

6. Oh what a dead man you have, whose mourners’ prayer
Is musical strings and plucking of strings over him