1. You ended verses and gratitude in silence
When you settled near God the Glorious

2. You chose Abraham's neighborhood and took pride
That the cosmos will be your neighbors

3. You went where Al-Ma'arri went before that
And Al-Buhturi, A'sha, and Ibn Sufyan

4. The Arabs altogether came to meet you
Camel litters, ostriches, and antelopes

5. Homer's burning Iliad paled
Before your eyes, incense and offering

6. Ayna greeted you affectionately
Greece and Lebanon embraced

7. O son of the virtuous, they raised the status of Dhad
And built the glory of knowledge edifices

8. Your glory called you as generations listened
Throwing flowers and basil to you

9. You gained leadership in both abodes confidently
Pride for our deaths and lives

10. You were the prince over its gardens so
Leadership in the Gardens of Bliss became yours

11. You sat for ages on the throne of beauty
So sit on the platform of lights forever

12. You left, o Eagle, the palace of oblivion
Soared to take refuge in eternity’s palace

13. Your visage still circles knowledge palaces
Awake, making them its dwelling

14. The Arabs gather breaths from you
Regaining through it what was

15. O you who placed himself in his town’s soil
Gently placed himself in Ghassan’s heart

16. His bones are Ghassan’s treasure and pride
If you shake them coral comes out

17. Rujayl kissed his eyes and forehead
And Musa ibn Imran came to kiss him

18. The daughters of poetry sang him a song
And signed it on the guitar melodies

19. Dante and Hugo came bowing to him
And Al-Majnoon ibn Nuwas came drunk

20. The ascetic Sufi jurist hurried
To kiss him, and glory came to him thirsty

21. And who is there for jihad and pens in my country
After the fallen pillar of knowledge, Salman

22. Who is there for politics who can assess them
And restore through it glory and power?

23. Was the fallen one anything but a pillar we were proud of
Who fell and toppled literature’s pillars?

24. Neither weeping eyes can prevent it
Nor wailing restore the dried up irrigation

25. Poetry’s brides in Barnas are crying
Hugging rocks and cliffs in their sorrow

26. As if after the virtuous they all went
Shrouds and coffins covered them