1. I excuse the surplus of the generous chest
And calm the fleeting, wandering panic

2. So the anxious are not anxious for the nights
With their provisions, nor are the brave afraid

3. We denied the arrows of events in us
As if truth is nullified by denial

4. And we deny that death should knock on our door
As if we were created for immortality

5. So alas for events, how they give
The wretched of people the luck of the fortunate

6. And how can they rule if they intend a ruling
To carry for the stray what was for the righteous

7. The turns of fate did not cease until
It showed us lions killed by monkeys

8. I console Arraheem Abul Ali
For the widest tear, Abi Saeed

9. And I did not console except with a sea of knowledge
Whose abundance overflows from a sea of generosity

10. A slain man whose killers did not give him
The respite of the allotted term in Thamood

11. His revenge turns intense, not to be
Postponed for threats and warnings

12. And the sword was closer to the jugular
Than a rope is to helping against it

13. The blood of the accursed is not enough, even if healing
Compared to the blood of the martyr among us

14. And the Loyal's wounds did not please you
The morning after the wounds of slaves did

15. If the slain had known - but what knowledge
Can a dead man have from beyond the soil?

16. He would have seen his brother's resolve saving us
From his death cry - from total destruction

17. Vowing by the horses, loosing them, by their marks,
So from Shaws to the supporter set ablaze

18. They did not cease roving over him until
The head of an obstinate tyrant was subdued

19. When the living degrades his brother
He is like the dead, departed

20. I remembered my brother Abu Bakr, so tears flowed
Not to be contained behind barriers

21. And for old anguish there are stirrings
Agitated by the new anguish

22. God's peace and watering the graves - arguments
Over those tombs and encampments

23. Calamities from Azd's elders threw
Every weakening catastrophe on us

24. We lower our brows when we feel shy
Of people seeing slapped cheeks

25. Weeping spreads tears among them
But tears among them have no increase

26. I say: Abu Ali, you were good in life
And dead under arches of soil

27. Mournful ode searchers sought you
Like the searching of the cutting cold

28. So do not be far - the hoped for was not
Your attainment far from your attainment

29. I intended a victory but failed to achieve it
While you are wanted for beneficial discourse

30. And when I did not find a limit for the sword
To help you with it, I set out with poetry