1. He drew near, but was not sated,
And departed still thirsty.

2. A fool is he who strives towards
An end where madness lies.

3. There was madness in him before,
And Qays was mad with love.

4. And Khaled fulfilled his purpose,
Seeking cure from the sickness of passion.

5. So we buried him when the rain poured down,
The grave now houses his remains.

6. He who dies thus gloriously
Is one of our own kin.

7. Every soul yearning towards an appointed time
Will follow those already gone.

8. So the valiant one who went before us
Bears our banner aloft.

9. And the daring soul who followed after,
And the hesitant one with purpose.