1. You escaped my torment and grief through death,
Yet sorrows that do not leave me have been relieved by you.

2. O you whose death has made me envious,
My envy ceased for those who envied me.

3. Your day was so long that it became an era,
While we reckoned it a day in time.

4. A day in which my sighs mounted, O Ali,
And my tears seemed graceful, O Father of Hasan.

5. Patience is the first resort of one mourning you, so is there
Anything besides patience that would dissuade me from grief?

6. O you lying dead in shrouds, how many a liver
Have you left dead without a shroud!

7. You have left in my eyes an image that makes me imagine
After decay that what had been was not.

8. Death did not make me despair,
As if it were a habit amongst the bent.

9. Fate judged the two judges in you with what
It had ruled of its past tyranny in its ways.

10. And it is death. So if it comes first, no wonder!
People are pawned in the wake of the pawned.