1. O beauty of the graceful sight, is it immortalized?
Or of the pleasant news, is it immortalized?

2. Or does the tooth delight in the gum that cherishes it?
So that gum cherishes that tooth forever?

3. Or is a companion mourned for by one who has lost their companion?
One day so they are reunited, that companion?

4. How many favors of fate soured,
That did not describe it, neither for it nor from it, the blessings?

5. It kept clothing us and robbing us,
Until we remained thankless and saddened.

6. So when do I see you turn away from it, adorned?
For they are ornaments from it, not beauty itself.

7. It suffices you that no hoard was found,
Ever, nor collected tears.

8. My son, you and consolation together,
Yesterday were wrapped in a shroud.

9. So when I reached for consolation it refused,
To let me attain it, for madness had embraced it.

10. My son, if I grieve for you, then for me,
In losing you, there is but an hour’s grief.

11. And if seeking grief, seeking,
For your loss, my mind has gone insane.

12. No, your pain does not vanish without
A soul pained by it, nor a body.

13. By Allah, never ceasing a yearning for me,
Time passes, yet you remain my yearning.

14. And now, when I despaired of my homeland,
Residence soured, and wandering was sweet to me.

15. My world is no longer a homeland to me,
But where your house is, to me, that is home.

16. In daylight, having lost you, I have no
Company, nor at night, any rest.

17. Oh what sorrow, the arts left me,
Green, and did not bear fruit for me, the arts.

18. And remembering you comforts the heart
That I will meet you again pledged.

19. Our children, you are temptations for us,
And you leave, so you are tribulations.

20. My craving for the precedence of death over me,
If offered for sale, would not find a price.

21. Oh my blamer, in the like of my affliction,
The tears of the eyes are hired weeping.

22. So cease blaming, for I am a man
Just, entrusted with tears.

23. I spent my tears in their proper places,
No shame comes to me, nor loss.

24. My son made me weep when I was bereaved of him,
Not ruins nor shelter made me weep.

25. And I took refuge at his encompassing tomb,
So excuse me, neither an idol nor stones.