1. The light of sights and minds has faded,
Your sunset, and stars setting into sunset,

2. And from the gravity of events a mourner laments,
Bringing us tremendous news of you,

3. It is grave news, and how much blood
Has flowed down cheeks made to flow,

4. O days of Mohammed, you left no hopes,
Nor aspirations for the hopeful and determined,

5. How many a mighty man you have humbled,
And how many a lowly man you have empowered,

6. And he would not be a master had he been said to be,
Before whom the sights of the resolute are downcast,

7. And misfortune did not ease until,
The caller to nobility bid farewell,

8. And how many a free Fatimid face,
You have exposed, though it seemed ideal,

9. And from great monuments, you have demolished,
With floods pouring heavily,

10. The eyes of Salsabil have quenched you with generosity,
Like your generosity from the springs of Salsabil,

11. Affection for you increased your love,
For prayers and exemplary traditions,

12. And when we found no cure for one who passes away,
And death kept clear of seeking the vanished,

13. We sheathed the swords in sorrow,
And let tears flow in anguish,

14. And we gathered around his deathbed as if,
We were inhaling fragrance wafting from musk,

15. We avert our sights from him though dead,
Out of reverence, stifling our wailing,

16. Shy because of his achievements which,
Took pledges of minds,