1. Let my tears flow on the day of separation,
For sorrow has gone with my beautiful patience.

2. How can I be patient when my brother is captive
In the land of Syria in the darkness of a grave?

3. A stranger in the land of exile from Homs,
Time has certainly betrayed in the worst betrayal.

4. Help him O noble Sulwan with patience,
I will lament him, not like Khansa of rock.

5. If verses fail in lamenting,
I will send tears in prose not poetry.

6. I lost my brother who was my confidant
Listening to me, a child in matters of life.

7. I lost Muhanad, quick to anger yet valiant,
Leading every raid and adventure.

8. When I sensed him approaching for serious talk,
Clouds of worry dispersed from my face and chest.

9. He took care of my affairs as a child and won
All the glories for my family.

10. He never desired baseness in purpose,
Nor walked in misery for a vile aim.

11. Nor begged from an oppressor hoping
For favor even if faced with harm.

12. I who cry when I part with a friend,
How not for my brother, my truest friend?