1. Death's whims and the turns of fate did weary me,
And the parting's tear marked forever my weary eyes.

2. Why, oh fate, do you not leave me surviving, while so many
Others you reap, though ne'er a wrong by me was done.

3. How many a pact you broke that I kept faithfully,
Betraying one who ne'er betrayed or wronged a soul.

4. You tore my heart asunder and with might sundered
Me from my brethren and the friends I have always known.

5. Much did you wish, but I with patience bore it all
And my body could endure the direst tribulation's squall.

6. I had the fortitude to withstand this grief, until
You crossed all limits in your transgression's free-for-all.

7. You cut down the one whose noble origin
Through generations, back to Prophet and patriarchs ran.

8. He of pure, immaculate lineage, his branches ever graced
By precedence in wisdom, knowledge and eloquence outshone.

9. He who made a name of goodness for himself while here below,
And attained amongst his peers a rank sublimely high.

10. Valiant, with ambition for glory loftiest,
His prestige soared to the summit of mighty Kailaan.

11. A raincloud, when the seekers gathered in his court,
Raining generosity, quenching every thirsty one.

12. Son of one whose virtues fame trumpeted far and wide,
Distinguished by excellence in discernment and oratory.

13. He who strove with diligence in every deed,
Until he stood alone in knowledge and cognition.

14. No wonder! The cub takes after the lion in his ways,
The horse resembles well the meadow in its flowers and herbs galore.

15. The buds give forth the very water that the red rose renders,
And the ocean occasionally casts up a pearl.

16. If any claim to have attained his singular station,
Let them come forth with proof, if proof they can bring forth.

17. God's own full moon he was, dwelling in our hearts, but now
Lies shrouded in his winding sheet, corpses cold among.

18. Gone he is, the universe weeps and mourns him
With tears flowing like the torrents of storm-swollen streams.

19. The fragrant garden of Paradise he makes for joyfully,
To partake of its eternal bliss, with dark-eyed houris for company,

20. To rejoice by his grandfather's side in that garden,
At what he sees there of spirit and sweet herbs aplenty.

21. He turned away from this world and all its frills and fancies,
When he saw that all who run after it live in misery.

22. The abode of sorrow is not devoid of woe for any,
Though good fortune may lessen the cares of those who occupy it.

23. It makes one quake between passions four-
Desire, ego, lusts and the devil's snare.

24. If the noble were valued here according to his worth,
We would have stood against the enemy on the battlefield.

25. If but an iota of justice held sway in this world,
We would not have been flung by the wicked ones into fires.

26. Nor would the riffraff have dared demand of us
That we relinquish our money and homesteads.

27. Is it not the baseness of this world that makes them gang up
And deem themselves the peers of lions courageous?

28. Thanks be to God that they were repelled in their rage,
Foiled, returning in humiliation and defeat that enraged.

29. So pray, O noblest of nobles, to God to grant us
Victory mighty, and reward us well for our pain.

30. To heal our sick, destroy our foes, and shroud
Our dead in forgiveness and mercy's embrace.

31. Disperse the unbelievers, O Lord, vanquish them, O Lord,
Rain misfortune and ruin down upon them.

32. Strengthen our army and fortify their resolve,
Make steadfast Egypt, abode of faith.