1. Thus does death creep into the lair of the black lions
And Rizwa is buried in the belly of graves

2. Thus is the sanctuary of the exalted violated
And the houses of guidance collapse into the dust

3. By my life, for those left with no mourners
Except glory and enduring monuments

4. The eyelids of the villages weep for him after
And their fires are extinguished into stillness

5. I swear by the dew and intimate of forgiveness
Yours was a terrible day, like the day of roses

6. The snakes were watered, you were not the deceased
But my patience was the eye of the deceased

7. So I no longer said to life “welcome”
Nor to the clouds “give freely” after you

8. For your glory pointed this place
To the ancient glory of your people

9. The Hashimites, they are like beads
And you were the thread between those beads

10. Had the doubt of death been deflected
From a man, in periods or time

11. Your chivalry would have stood up to the calamity
Young lions that, when likened to the black lions

12. The brightness of their faces and their swords
Cast not from iron but from death

13. And by their spears the deaths
Become streets between red and black

14. But death has no preventing
For those of masters or slaves it sought

15. Condolences, Abu Salih, do not agonize
After this grievous calamity

16. For your forbearance is firmer than firmaments
And has no equal in existence

17. Your neighbors vie in glory
But you outpaced them to distant heights

18. Thus did their status go into decline
While yours from theirs continues rising

19. No new day passed upon you
Except you appeared with new favor

20. If time wronged you through Ja'far
Then wrongdoing is the way of slaves