1. Death left before youthfulness,
And after hardship, a great destiny.

2. How sweet were his manners,
Bitter and difficult to appease.

3. You disappointed the ally at the chalice of pigeons,
And you were not, O son of Umayr, disappointing.

4. And which day of ours that did not give birth,
Did you orphan your children, and you were the friend.

5. And you were for us a impregnable mountain,
And at the station, a beautiful coldness.

6. And you ransom with your money our monies,
So people do not consider us miserly.