1. The yellow hands have inherited their legacy,
And the white of death is from their blood red.

2. The horses of misfortune are still prepared,
Their horsemen fight us and they have victory.

3. The white and the brown attack us with calamity,
Reaching what neither white nor brown can reach.

4. The course of this life is bitter, yet for us,
That bitterness is the sweetest thing.

5. My friend from the Bani Bakr tribe,
Stop and mourn for a shaykh who brought anguish to Bakr.

6. A full moon appeared to onlookers and guided
Burhah for a moment, then that moon disappeared.

7. Calamity bent its blade against him
So why didn't his thrusting spear counter it?

8. You who lie in the dust aimed the arrows of misfortune at us
And hit him - you did us wrong when your fingers missed their mark.

9. O you who settled in the earth as a dwelling,
Why wasn't my chest your grave instead?

10. Why didn't the washers consult my tears
To wash your body, turning the myrtle trees white?

11. If the washing water was seen as impure despite
Being cleansing for you, then you are purity itself.

12. If your white shrouds are worn in the earth,
Then neither your kindness nor your mention are worn.

13. My tears were poured towards every rumbling
Cloud heavy with rain whose drops never cease.

14. It is as if you are a magnet to every refined one -
No one is perfect unless in you he has his grave.

15. May it bring you pride that you obtained earth
Whose cheeks blush without attaining forgiveness.

16. A master of the adorned family lies in you,
He is golden, brilliant, and learned.

17. His fathers and forefathers were generous,
And his efforts were fruitful, bringing him pride.

18. Virtuous, wearing the coat of chastity, safe from sin,
In his ear a barrier against every lewdness.

19. Generous, in each of his fingers an ocean,
Perceptive, in each of his senses deep wisdom.

20. O city of calligraphy, loss of him for eternity
Is a wound for which there is no mending.

21. From now begins the evil in you, which
Continues, remaining until the Day of Judgment.

22. What young man does not fear wronging his neighbor?
You have lost a comfort not mixed with hardship,

23. A lion, though fierce when facing a lion unarmed,
Who fights him cannot be helped by fang or victory.

24. I swear, were it not for his death in bed,
The readied white swords would be let loose,

25. The trained brown steeds roused,
The marked blond horses mobilized,

26. Against them, from the adorned family, some youths
Like the sparks of war, for whom no bowstring breaks.

27. They train the necks of the lances if they are short,
As if they and the horses in armor on them

28. Are shining stars when the darkness of battle descends.
If kindness made one man immortal,

29. It would make immortal Abdullah, who attained its perfection.
But time came to him seeking

30. His life, so he graciously granted it that request.
So greetings, O his grave, may its vegetation bloom

31. And scatter flowers around you.
My sons, be patient - patience is the most beautiful garment

32. That covers one touched by harm.
If not for the passing of years, time itself would not perish,

33. If not for the death of days, the months would not run out.
Below you is a pearl of deep thought,

34. Strung together, prose and verse inspired by it.
A maiden of eloquent speech bought for a bargain -

35. Poetry boasts no equal to her.
Her bride price is only your acceptance,

36. She was honored for little, but her worth is high.