1. O valley of the dead, upon your shore lies
Spirits fluttered for him with prayers

2. No grave embraced him there, rather
The world of light cradled him in halos

3. Angels from the heavens kept vigil over him
Bestowing on him the most sublime of mercies

4. At dawn a devout mystic circles round him
Revering the most sacred sanctuaries

5. Breezes flutter around him, scented
With the fragrance of incense from censers

6. Flowing humbly and instilling chastity
Like one perfumed walking the Arafat

7. Before dawn above the open country
It chooses from him radiant verses

8. Braids of light, and gazes
That cast their tresses over the hills

9. And the scent of eternity flows from his side
And spreads from cups of blossoms

10. The darkness asked its veils when there appeared
In its night of confusion glittering

11. Why did you drape over the world
And cast on it your shadows?

12. When you descended upon this ardent land
It became illuminated above the plateau

13. The veils replied: Stained
With the blood of redemption, he lit up my features

14. They named him the martyr, and his name is naught but
Immortality in the page of minds

15. The Nile's magic still ripples his grave
Making the atoms quiver in the pebbles

16. And the spells of the pyramids above his brow
A spark of eternity radiating gazes

17. And the gleam of his faith shines between them
Like a star shedding splendid glimpses

18. And the flames of his passion over the land
Nearly rekindle the embers with the fiercest sparks

19. Approach his resting place and listen to his wound
And hear the hymn of blood in the drops

20. Still welling up a silent revolt from his heart
Mute, clad in armor sans melody or tune

21. As if the last utterance his lips proclaimed
Was a psalm from the Torah

22. As if the wounds of the enemy's blades were a banner
Red, which the treacherous foe unfurled

23. The martyr glimpsed its specter so he rose up for it
A spirit raging with the firmest resolve

24. And turned it to shreds, the terrified blades became
A shroud that inflicted bitter gloating

25. And passed in his youth as a martyr
Beautifying the holiness of death in the graves

26. As if he encountered from the woes of fate
Nothing but the murmur of grief and silence of tombs

27. The rods of the cowardly became with decay
Yellow, discarded with vilest fractures

28. He burdened them and returned them couches
Swaying over abyss, dangling

29. As if a timeless basil blended in his balm
That had fled from the gardens of Eden

30. The scent of eternity breathed through his shrouds
And bubbled up in the breath of zephyrs

31. And you see the lit candles at his casket
Torches from Paradise rekindled

32. Swaying in awe and withdrawing timidly
Like maidens shy in the caravan’s company

33. The passersby imagine from his perfume
The Prophet's scent that graced the pages

34. The martyr was shrouded, sanctified, and seemed
An angel prepared for his repose

35. The lips of the chanters wavered before him
At a loss for what prayers to chant

36. And the maidens were fraught with confusion
At what to bestow on him from the balconies

37. Neither flowers to scent nor perfumes to spill
For the one who perfumed the breezes

38. Nor beauty to discern nor melodies to peal
For the one who unlocked the notes

39. They despaired when they sought any solace
And were muted by the horror of fate

40. Their tears prolonged by the weeping
And they lingered in the minarets gloomy

41. The martyr approached the tombs so the forlorn brides
Trembled with joy at his casket's arrival

42. Like doves that strayed and lost their flock
In the evening's desolation of the desert

43. Perched on the dunes awaiting daylight
And morning came to them revived

44. Until when he reached the grave as if he were
Qur’anic revelation, verses shining

45. The bones of the perished nearly bowed down
In awe of his grandeur, aligning in the roads

46. And their spirits returned to them out of joy for him
Remaining till resurrection elated

47. Who is like this living one? His death ennobled him
Above all the living and the dead

48. And there beneath the forest a poet strums
A woeful poem of distraught verses

49. He stirred the martyrs in their tombs with it
And provoked the night's longing in the woods

50. And sang so profoundly the forest nearly prostrated in rapture
And recited the poetry in prostration

51. When he broadcast its laments in a night
Dark like turbulent waves

52. A spirit brimming with fervor reproached him steadfastly:
Why has your heart delved into melodies of woe

53. And horrors of dreams and youth?
Smash your lute that you use to sing with

54. And bury the hymn of worry and regret
Sing to us an patriotic ode instead

55. That awakens the martyr blazing with breath
Let him hear his story, for its discourse

56. Passed time pleasantly in this seclusion
So the stream of poetry flowed from his strings

57. Like brooks cascading unrestrained in the field
And he began to sing in rapture: O paradise

58. Where my melodies gushed forth in its shades
The Nile within it has an eternal tale

59. And the birds recite it over the fresh waters
And the palm trees therein are reminiscent

60. Smitten hermits upon the leaves
And the palm trees in the winds' silence are like

61. Devouts of dawn who have called to prayer
And the poets are as if a jinni's touch

62. Has crazed them with the awe of adventures
Their fingers when they wander upon them

63. Tremble from the throngs of inspiration
We used to walk in chains, nothing but

64. Fetters seething and tightly clasped
In them we were quenched with afflictions and others drank

65. From its Nile in the poisoned chalices
And chains surpassed us if we revolted against them

66. Viciously, exhausting the pride of strides
When the souls of youth peered

67. Through the crevices of woe and degradation shattered
Until the day of redemption came and the land shook

68. Wrathfully and blazed within it flames
They wore armors of fire then advanced

69. Toward the steel chains inflamed
They exploded its plates and annihilated its particles

70. And collapsed in the soil smiling
They sipped the nectar of immortality before their death

71. And readied for its protection revived
So I began to perpetuate their memory with my melodies

72. And soared fluttering with my verses
O poet, he sang until his hymn

73. Swayed in the shrouds, stirring me from my slumber
This is the specter of the immortal, so sing to me

74. And with your poetry return life to my youth