1. The dawn faded in my inspired eyes,
And the radiance was shrouded by the veil of darkness.

2. It was as if the sun of genius was buried
After the flourishing of its rays in gloom.

3. If it were not for the thin veils covering it from one
Made pale by its light, it would not appear to the aspirant.

4. We are accustomed, and memories are as if they are
Traces of splendid dreams.

5. And has any departing reality settled
Except in the depths of delusions?

6. My fervor for the noble soul, and since
Our acquaintance he was above rebuke.

7. I did not know him in life except as one
Who looked upon the world with aloofness.

8. How much sweetness of character did I experience in him
Of sincerity and the restraint of blame!

9. I want to eulogize him, but my mind
Glows with sorrow - but where are the clouds?

10. I have no poetry left, nor prose, and
The passing years have despaired me.

11. I don the mourning upon visions and prohibition -
The scorn of the skilled and the pens therein.

12. How many a lonely eye and grieving heart
In the deserts and settlements after him!

13. The consoler and the consoled are one,
And Lebanon's complaint is Syria's complaint.

14. The Imam of writers departed, and he was
Renewing the art of Arabic - what an Imam!

15. So it and the era are not of his era -
The freshness of days was restored upon it.

16. The brother of the elite of its poets departed
In its pre-Islamic period and in Islam.

17. He competed with the stalwarts and did not fall short of them
In the arena of eloquence and perfection.

18. Far apart is the innate poet
In his creativity, and the patchwork rhymer.

19. Does not the Arab world from its edges
With prominent gloom and inverted flags weep?

20. It weeps for the prince of its rhetoric, it weeps for the youth
Among its youths in valor and daring.

21. Al-Isaami the Great weeps for himself
And the Grandson of the Grand, Al-Qumqam.

22. He did not cease to blow his fires, and his goal
Was the most precious of goals he endured.

23. Until the enemies departed from his homelands,
And the place of the Arabs rose among the nations.

24. So the gentle-eyed, contented one passed away
With the reward for what he suffered of pains.

25. O Ashkabe, suffice with the glory I conveyed
East and west, of his magnificent status.

26. In every homeland of Arabism, your memory
Was immortalized with magnification and reverence.

27. Your life was a home of war, which you were granted,
So turn to bliss in the abode of peace.