1. Rise, let us ask the dead in their graves
What they remember of pleasures and pain

2. What has passed was but a dream that faded and went
As if its seer had not dreamed nor slept

3. To live on earth while its people are naught
What is it that we hope for from naught?

4. Yesterday, Ibrahim was our companion
Today, in dust, he became a friend of worms

5. As if he had not been a pillar of his clan
Nor a beacon of science and wisdom's house

6. He willingly answered God's call when called
That was Ibrahim's nature since old

7. He donned mourning but for paper as his companion
Its whiteness dried when the pen's tears ceased

8. And he vowed his eyes not to shed tears for him
Unless mingled with blood

9. He went swiftly, no foot established for him
Who was firmly rooted in every art

10. And he went as an old man, as if God hastened him
Yearning for him, he did not linger to old age

11. Those needy of him wept in sorrow
And he who weeps the fulfiller of needs is not blamed

12. The pages almost cried after his death
Had they not feared wiping the words with tears

13. O people of hardship, patience is needed
In afflictions as medicine is needed for illness

14. This is what every newborn is destined for
We have no refuge but sterility

15. One does not complain of the treachery of separation
For between them is nothing of blame

16. This for which all souls were created
And people deemed dead before their death

17. This is the Almighty King
Powerful over Arab and non-Arab kingdoms

18. The Just Judge not bribed for any deed
Who does not differentiate servant from master

19. Peace from us to Him from Whom we have no peace
Nor freshness to cool the heat of ailment

20. He turned away and left us not glancing back
We cry while He laughs at us, unsmiling

21. Condolences were lost like our tears
To Him whom separation has deafened

22. He attained the truth walking in its light
While people walk in falsehood, in darkness

23. O people, prepare provisions and take heed
For death to people is like the butcher to sheep

24. Whoever desires not to see a friend lost
Will precede him in death to escape like one defeated