1. O eye, be generous with tears
For the noble Yemeni prince

2. For the world's perfect youth
The religion's horseman and leader's sword

3. Do not spare tears for the perished one
Who orphaned all when he passed away

4. The soil of Khuzestan was blessed
As his bones nourished it with bones

5. Good deeds locked their doors
And refused after you, O son of nobles

6. And your horses after clashes
Complain of long abstinence

7. Take us to Malik's grave
That we may greet it with peace

8. People found in his palm
Wealth without sea or clouds

9. In the dawn he was like the rising sun
In the night like the full moon

10. A Questioner wonders at his death
After seeing him adamant

11. I told him I knew him as a teacher
Striking them when darkness rises high

12. One battling war will hardly
Escape the blow of a polished sword

13. Fate did not favor us when
It took the people's spring each year

14. They will never rest from missing him
As the dove's call stirs sorrow