1. From the lamentations of darkness, with a brother
Whose passion flows over it and whose purest blood and breath

2. Release the unfathomable gods,
Tell it the tidings of hope though the smiles

3. Of existence vanished after its passing,
They taught it how tears should flow, to drain

4. The water of the eyes because of it,
And they filled its chest with the songbirds of death

5. Clapping over its song, beyond it a hand,
And the hand of death scatters sincere purposes -

6. Germs into the places of its disease,
So it aimed its arrow and did not miss the Shaykh

7. Though it was hasty in his ending,
My eyes witnessed the death of virtue

8. And the deep fall of the lofty one from his heights,
And my onlooker saw a martyr whom blood

9. Nearly flows over the hem of his gown,
And I saw the pasture and sighted

10. A youth coming to his fathers,
So look around him, angels of eternity

11. Circling in the beauty of his feast,
An angel from whose wing the roses blow

12. And bliss sprouts from his limbs,
And a merciful one of the cherubim

13. Who extends the shade from his sides,
Adorn it, O angels, with flowers, or honor his noble bier,

14. And do your best for the One, the Only, and preserve for me some of his story,
How I burnt in the embers of his presence, a group

15. Of his mourners beside me,
In my agony there is clarity, and in my eyes

16. From his love, from his distress and his hopes,
A tear that inflames sorrows or extinguishes

17. In the duct if its hope is dashed,
O destiny who aimed true, striking the heart

18. Of time in its holiness and grandeur,
For the shrouded one in his relics

19. Of the messengers of good, or the echo of his prophets,
I said, carry his bier through the valleys of the wind

20. And walk with it over its setbacks,
And flow out and ask permission in God's heaven

21. To allow you into His skies,
And enter it, for among you is one humble

22. And one streaming with tears,
Set forth in the sky and seek the dawn

23. And build his tomb from its light,
O blot on virtue, in whose mystery and depths

24. Lay all that is noble,
The hope in its spring has dried, the sweet

25. Dream in the depths of its water is arid,
And the throbbing heart from thought is folded

26. Away, precious in its remoteness,
A nation was too hasty for him, and in ourselves

27. A need to keep him remains,
So sob, O souls, for weeping, or gather me

28. To his family,
And come, let us ask death what would

29. Lift the puzzle of its thick covering,
Is it death, this great stillness

30. Over the serenity of the earth, or its nudity?
Is it death, this first step

31. To the Savior of the world from its troubles?
Is it death, that endless forever

32. Folded in on itself, in its markings?
Lie buried there in its mummy cloths

33. So postpone it if you want, not by the threads of dawn
If you desire it, nor by its intelligent design,

34. Do you ask existence the meanings of the heavens
Or deduce them from its air?

35. That is hidden over the generations, so there is no
Hope in fathoming it and bringing it to light,

36. O Abu al-Qasim overlooking the world
From his grave and from his heights,

37. For you I have a great hand that stirred a memory
And roused it from its slumber,

38. For you I have covenants on my shoulder I could never
Fulfill, even if you add to their burdens,

39. I was in the company of the dead people
So destruction made its way to its lodgings,

40. Hoping you might see lively ones there, and find
The living in their midst, alive in their quarters,

41. Some in graves are dead, and some
In being lost was the way to their survival,

42. Lord, grant from You the soul of my father al-Qasim
What You never granted to his peers,

43. Grant him the mercy of heaven and bless
His offspring and his children.