1. Listen to me, the echo of farewell bid me,
For my life is on the verge of fading.

2. Shed a tear for me, for after death,
I shall not deserve your crying for me.

3. O Sulaima, as my sorrows stirred up,
The slumbering sorrows of my twenties.

4. What will you say when you look and see,
The people came to carry me away,

5. While I'm a corpse without movement,
With the specter of doves above my forehead.

6. O Sulaima, I die laughing,
For this existence is not eternal.

7. He who lived a short life in it,
Is like one who lived some centuries.

8. O Sulaima, how much I call Sulaima,
Her name is balm for my sorrowful heart.

9. I have a behest for you, so keep it,
After death, it is to forget me.

10. And if remembrance shakes you,
And affection wants you to remember me.

11. Take a lyre in the darkness,
And head to the grave in the shadows of tranquility.

12. Knock a knock on it, to let you hear,
A moan like my sigh and my groan.

13. That is the lyre of my youth and prime,
And my longing for it, oh my yearning.

14. O Sulaima, this is the song of death,
Which I've recited repeatedly in my madness.

15. Listen to me repeat it soon,
For the day of judgment will soon arrive.