1. My brother Suleiman, my exile has reached
Two exiles, and death has excluded me

2. I used to lament to my flute about you in my grief
Oh, if only I had remained that distant grieving one

3. I have no way to meet her and recite to her
The world of the unseen is shrouded in darkness

4. Never to live memories
From childhood, they have not stopped meeting me

5. We lived together, intimate, in bliss and passion
Inhaling fragrance amidst flowers and lights

6. No bird attained what we attained of joy
And of the fluency of dreams and passions

7. Nor did the smile of Nile banks attain
What our eyes attained of purity without mud

8. Nor the gurgling of waterways in their stumbling
My laughing stumble in the mud and water

9. Nor the clamor of people and roaring war
Like our quarrel without rancor

10. Nor all the hopes for life
Equaled our hopes or some of my counting

11. Those years that passed hastily
Are provisions that did not miss my instant and listening

12. I feel them and speak to them and know them
As if they are part of me and my limbs

13. O servant of the lofty theater, your career
These are your infallible tales for the beholder

14. You immortalized them in visions so they pulse
Between people and visions like the living

15. Those who were your contemporaries, independent in their feelings
About presenting them, for women will not forget them

16. And those who come where Dhad is honored
Will honor you with the honor of forefathers

17. So your art will not perish even if
The years distance it like the distancing of loved ones

18. We did not know which was worthier of honor
Your free composition in critique and intimation

19. Or the genius of your acting you specialized in
Until it varied in the colors of suggestion

20. O reformer, everything you guided us to resembles
Reformers and the constitution of physicians

21. You took after your noble father in his conduct
Your living motto in enlightening the ignorant

22. And in rising above those who were disgraced and mired
In frivolity until they became the lowliest of serviles

23. We have missed you in a time most deserving
Of one like you to protect all honorable ones

24. One who was peerless in his virtues
Sweetly humorous even to foes

25. And mixes seriousness into jest, you'd think him
Joking while in him there were nets to lure

26. Sleep in your tomb the sleep of intimacy on beds
Of light and in the colors of flowers

27. And accept my tears, my elegy, for they are from hearts
Diverse, though they are my flowers and songs