1. Youth has left me and betrayed my skin,
And illnesses have walked through my body,

2. Sixty from my age has hit me,
So the arrows of its shooting struck my liver,

3. The doves have destroyed those I loved,
The beautiful ones have pierced my shoulder,

4. And I remained, deprived of a companion, without
A number I bond with, nor a number,

5. By Allah, what the ground covers and digests,
Of a righteous father and son,

6. And a son of a caring mother, a truthful
Friend, not one of misguidance,

7. How many times my eyes have seen a man,
Learned, guided and leading,

8. A sun when tribulations grow dark,
A rain, and the people's faces not grim,

9. They were the guides of their people,
Who walked with them in the clearest paths,

10. And they passed away after leaving behind
An individual who suffers from the anguish of sorrow,

11. O Lord, seal for me with a seal of
The best, and take my hand in my distress.