1. We both lost a mother,
And one whose heart is broken with sorrow.

2. Has this world shown mercy,
To us in its comforts at all?

3. And did it, to one who is forbearing,
Leave before us any forbearance?

4. The harshest killing for the weaned one
Is its killing of a boy.

5. My brother, loving and I wished,
If only it did not make you an orphan.

6. Indeed, the days have uncovered for you,
From their secrets, a step.

7. So, with their newness, have they increased you,
In understanding what goes on in them?

8. And O you, whom the stars inclined,
At the zenith of the highest ascent,

9. And gave virtues it lowered him,
To the most high position.

10. So the Orient spread from the signs,
Of its beautiful one whatever it spread.

11. Indeed, you had the best,
And you were rewarded with blessings.

12. And the homelands will not forget for you,
That great favour.