1. All people end up as dust
In a house that ends up in ruins

2. So what are we seeking to build here
And what are we hoping to gain?

3. People pass by in droves
As its storms dispersed the clouds

4. And thoughts occur every now and then, leaving
A time under them, beyond counting

5. It is the mother who embraced her children
To her bosom, hoping for reward

6. Every child grows gray hair over her love
And doesn't forget affection when grown

7. The raven of separation cries every day
In its yard, snatching punishment

8. We saw death does not spare the generous
Nor fear blame or rebuke

9. Al-Rammah the Copt threw an arrow
Which rang in every heart when it hit

10. A generous man who was a refuge for the healthy
Whenever called upon for an incident, he'd respond

11. The hearts endured the bitterness of sorrow
Over him, which would melt a rock if it touched

12. And the blood of tears became the kohl of misfortune
For those who donned the black attire

13. He passed away enjoying the bliss of a Lord
Who called him to His generosity and chose him

14. People's lives in this world are a path
To the next, for which we drive pilgrims

15. And the best drink is the cup of death
If bliss in the next life is its drink