1. O Abu Salih, life is not good after you,
You left and with you went sorrow streaming with tears.

2. My eyes did not hold back their water upon your loss,
The next morning except as pouring heavy laden clouds.

3. I came in hard mourning after you,
Submissive, gathering patience a collector.

4. Today, for the likes of you, crying is permitted
And the heart within me for grief lamenting.

5. What excuse has an eye not to shed its tears
For you, while the mountains of glory are crumbling.

6. Upon pages of favors sadness
For your loss, since your absence veils darkened.

7. So God took to a grave that embraced your merit
A far reaching sacred place of peace.

8. The soul, sweet basil, and light dwell there
Above his soil, the musk breathes fragrant.

9. If you tasted a cup, so did Ahmad Ar-Reda taste,
And before him, Hud and Salih tasted the same.

10. When you died, you revived the exemplary guidance
With your knowledge, so critics and envious be frustrated.

11. You quenched a body, around which an abode
Of fresh flowing sweet water settled.

12. You rose, by nearness to your Imam, to a summit
You ascended competing while defending him.

13. You were but your grandfather’s secret dead
And alive the scale of knowledge tilts favourable.

14. You were the pillar of faith, its meaning and form
While others competed for its mere description.

15. You arose with ancestral then ensuing glory
So prose is too short, and poetry strains praising you.

16. You were for the magnificent leader a crowned crown
And left a crown above which pride flickers.

17. Thus your lofty household remains towering still
Where calamities upon us disappear.