1. The joints of Islam were severed, so they collapsed,
And the towering pillar of religion was struck down, so it fell.

2. The heights of glory were blinded with sorrow and closed their eyes,
And the sword of glory fell in the west, so it was broken.

3. God is greatest - how you laid waste, O cemetery!
You broke the backbone of piety and knowledge, so they were broken.

4. You brought innovation to religion, which if
Jesus son of Mary were to be acquainted with, he would despair.

5. Alas for the man whose passing grieved the people!
So after him they felt distress and pain.

6. Each wipes his fingers in grief over him
And with regret dyes them with his blood.

7. They string the beads of sorrow linking them,
Matching the red drops of tears on their cheeks.

8. My longing - but why this longing for a lost
Glory, scattered into pieces, never to be pieced together!

9. Longing for a star fallen to the ground,
And for a moon relegated after ascension to being stoned!

10. Alas my two friends - be glad and prosper!
The archer of grief has hit your innermost being as he shot.

11. We mourn the withering of abundant knowledge,
Whose abundant wave overflowed then dried up.

12. We mourn a youth whose domain injustice never entered,
Who allowed nothing but dove-like qualities.

13. One whose sight makes the blind see,
Whose speech makes the mute speak!

14. If he taught the wild beasts what wisdom fills them,
The beasts would gain knowledge from his teaching.

15. Or made the lion hear some of his preaching,
The lions would honor the sheep in their fear!

16. If fate were just in annihilating us and making him eternal,
That would be of its kind deeds and favors!

17. He would not rest until he filled our hearing with pearls
Of his words and watered our minds with wisdom,

18. Like rain that does not refrain from a land it afflicts
Until the plants it produces there thrive.

19. As if he were Jonah - God's prophet when swallowed
By the whale - in his tomb after being consumed!

20. O his tomb! Time has shaped no thing equal to you
Weeping copious tears that put even the clouds to shame.

21. Patience, my son! Patience is seemliest for the noble
When faced with calamities that have engulfed him.

22. Misfortunes will not cease grinding
Their teeth against us - no man lives without them.

23. So many nations time's caprice snatched away!
Beneath earth's layers they became decaying remains.

24. Had God protected anyone from this corruption,
He would have protected Al-Mustafa from it and shown reverence!

25. May the God of the Throne shower prayers upon him as long as
The Kaaba pigeons circle the House and the Sanctuary!

26. So remain for the duration of nights - time will not change you -
While your group remains coherently bound together.

27. The eyes of dawn have not stopped weeping
Or the smile left the mouth of blossoms.