1. The arrows of death always hit their mark
And he who persistently shoots will hit the target

2. You lived a life of continuance, but then
You enjoyed yourself for a while and then passed away

3. Waiting for you day after day made me grey
Again and again, while time betrayed me

4. Why do the fires in my heart resemble
A shower of sparks for every rhyme about you

5. I bid farewell to all journeys before you
But you were gone for a while, then came back

6. I am stirred whenever I remember you
Whenever a star takes aim and then sets

7. In losing a beloved to death, I see
Hopelessness, like one who lost youth

8. What is the meaning of life without youth
Whether one died young or old does not matter

9. The night of sorrow is as ugly as the dawn of old age
I suffer it, lamenting and weeping

10. With it, the flames in my soul are stoked
When my tears flow more strongly

11. The worst suffering of the heart is a state
That makes opposites seem akin

12. Maybe you and your knowledge made you forget
The sheep you left behind while you were away

13. Oh servant of God, a call of despair
Can I hope for an answer from a tomb?

14. Grieve for me however you wish, for my spirit
Finds comfort in conveying this message to you

15. It pains the eye that a pile of dust
Forms a barrier between you and me

16. And that dreary dust occupies it
As a sword occupies its sheath

17. Dwelling near many, whose nations
Erected domes for them in al-Baqi‘ cemetery

18. And how many meadows of beauty beneath the soil
Which the breath of anguish flowed through and melted

19. It spread the cheeks across the slope
And my tears moistened it and bubbled forth

20. I did not water you, nor do I own a gentle raincloud
Perhaps your burial mound grew weary of rain

21. But what could justify your grave
Receiving a drink?

22. For I may someday beseech
The clouds to cry for me over you

23. My tears would be ashamed of their saltiness
When they remember your torment and pain

24. Successive red droplets that
Wander confused in my eye sockets

25. I wish a vial of musk would turn to clouds
And pour down upon your grave

26. It would compete with my tears to penetrate
Your burial soil