1. O coffin, what can the eloquent do
I do not know what it reveals

2. Or what meaning it conveys
In describing your meaning or wanders

3. Are you a sky, in its height
To which the glance of glory aspires

4. And the flower of glories has flowed
To a west that is the tomb

5. Or are you a coffin in which lies
A body whose spirit is the essence of chastity

6. Matching pride, its procession
And pure, straightforward lineage

7. It was carried on earth by its bearers
Yet it gestures on the horizon of the sky

8. And behind it walks a heartbroken one
The mother of the exalted, her tears pouring

9. Shedding leaves as she prays
While the leaves of fever lament

10. What does my heart claim
Not her wounded heart

11. Her ribs contain her guts
While my casing contains my tomb

12. In her misery, she refuses
To leave my person for an instant

13. The elegy has deafened my hearing
Since the noble rider called out

14. The ransomed one, worries held her
Endless worries allowing no escape

15. She did not fall ill from any kinship
Lamenting the hardship she confided

16. Until she passed where none would
Weep in the estrangement of separation

17. Yes, a prayer spot wept for her
Where meteors in the sky fell

18. And the two writers elegized
For they had missed her good company

19. So today let every addicted soul
Collapse, its pillars crumbling

20. The goddess of modesty now lies
Veiled by the grave and tomb

21. The water of shame poured out, flowering
With a musk it exudes

22. She pillowed herself, chastity in it
Embraced by its honest bosom

23. The hands of fate faltered - what
Forbidden glory did it allow itself

24. Hardship had crept upon it when
It openly came to apologize

25. And it killed the veiled one wrongfully
Surrounding her, evils poured forth

26. And glory protects her from what
Does not turn back the brave warrior

27. She was protected by the son of Mustafa
With an impenetrability allowing no violation

28. He whose palms the past
Cowers under when it milks destruction

29. As if the fresh udders
Suckle the ages without tiring

30. Sweet is his overflowing munificence
Blessed is his radiant face

31. You can read in his face the seal
Of the people of bounty and honor

32. He does not buy praise with gifts
Since praise was his right

33. But since he came into being until
His greying hair became complete

34. He trades with God every day
With whatever his generous palm held

35. So that the world entirely said
This is the profitable trade

36. How many difficult matters for people
Did he facilitate, impassable for others

37. The perfume of pride purely
Exudes from the kindness of his status

38. Dazzling white is his meeting with delegations
While the common folk in his face are absorbed

39. If he contends with an opponent, he refutes
His argument, though he is the eloquent speaker

40. His tongue lies dead and buried
While his mouth for it is a tomb

41. It is but an ocean of knowledge
From which the knowledgeable seek favor

42. Rather it is the title of all merit
And they altogether are its exegesis

43. It is a brilliant star in the sky of glory
Whose children are comets orbiting it

44. O dweller of its meadow, in it
The mother of all calamities nurses disasters

45. From it came traits of dignity
Among which are sublime wisdom

46. Those with which death was empowered
To hastily roam its realm

47. Good fortune to her who neighbored a tomb
Whose neighbor, her Lord, pardoned her

48. And who slept in the fever of a companion
Whose fever is Adam and Noah