1. Neither patience is hoped for, nor solace awaited,
Your day has come in the days, O life,

2. Woe to the hearts in which you dwelled eternally,
What sorrows do you store to grieve them?

3. If you perish from them, your passing is not remembered,
The elements remain while only forms vanish,

4. The lines of existence are for us partly traced,
They are treasures but their name is graves,

5. Should the yield of youth cease to descend in torrents
Or a trace disappear in which a vestige appears

6. Accounts gathered around it and merged,
That the world is a family on earth, not individuals,

7. If you O Egypt's branch wither in its garden
It just suffices it that fruit had ripened,

8. Events prophesy against its pyramids silently
And grandeur does not prevent its pyramids,

9. The vocal ones of Egypt while she is silent
And the witnesses of Egypt while she prides,

10. With you glances and mouths are busy
Both parties in it combined all treasures,

11. They raced regarding you, their resolves indefatigable,
They fell short so they apologise to you today,

12. Men of merit praise you for what they recalled
And glories relish whatever they recalled,

13. Your efforts remain solace for them,
The young emulate them if they become great,

14. No hopes beyond your glory remain,
And none awaits glory after you,

15. Your grave remains fragrant with basil,
So every heart in which you dwelled is fragrant.