1. Anxiety crept through my ribs and crept with me
So lightning is my whip and darkness my mount

2. I will task the night with rising determination
For within every darkness is the rising of a star

3. And I will intend for time to fulfil my wishes
Even if the waters of my youth are depleted

4. With awe I mount it through every darkness
And with travel I task it through every wilderness

5. Let the radiant one know that I am a watcher
In her garden of the flowers of literature

6. And inform the brilliant one that her suitor
My hand has triumphed over her speech with discourse

7. Wait Abu Bakr, for every predestined one
You contended with them, the veils parted

8. By the oath of those charms which eloquently
Spoke of the faults of the poets and writers

9. The silent one builds for you glorious praise
His eloquence dazzled those of intellect

10. A pen promenaded through your compositions so they shone
Like gardens and their running springs

11. Their adornments came, all clearly
As if they are the smiles of loved ones

12. From every assembled piece, as if their embers
Are the adornment of necklaces from fair maidens

13. The sweetness of its words left when distributed
Their cups like the lisping speech of an infant

14. Eyes return their eyes in fascination
Embroidered with them, the roses of flocks

15. So it's as if they were composed of the gaze of does
Or from the curves that torment them

16. Or from the purity of cultured affection
That sang the song of intertwined lineages

17. I respond to its caller, and I guarantee
That it will remain, the cause of causes

18. You called more swiftly than one who responds to
A commendable call, so you are the best respondent

19. If we share in affection, we and the higher virtues
Are equal for those who share in the tent pegs

20. Alas, your tears towards virtues departed
And glory became pebbles and dust

21. And weep from sorrow, for our weeping
Is for the death of dreams and hopes

22. The stars of knowledge vanished, not from cycles
And delegations of dreams passed, not to return

23. I'm empty, and days plunder virtues
With calamities that have no end

24. And two merciful ones for glory, the strongest quarter of it
Comes from the purely carpentered door

25. From one whose hand the days made hands
That filled the boxes of times

26. The ample robe of praise covers him
Chaste souls, pure clothes

27. The solution to matters is with his opinion
Rising, it has peaks and hills

28. A new moon that lengthened its absence from the nights
So I wore, all night, an enveloping cloak

29. Restless, I connect tears to its like
Like the connection of a rabab’s strings to pegs

30. It wasted his youth with devastation, and from wishes
If the dawn of every youth ransomed it

31. His worldly life robbed him of the clothes of his life
So the attire of bereavement shall wrap him

32. And patience shall retreat after his passing
From every composed one onto heels

33. Where did those resolves vanish while
No thirst or inflammation remained

34. The glory after them became like an abandoned
And deserted old woman, barren of youth

35. And its pillars were shaken by ravages
That were, in distant eras, in the meadows

36. And the sun of prominence darkened and
The lamps of knowledge and stars of literature extinguished

37. And the face of wisdom cooled when it saw
That majestic figure veiled in concealment

38. And many who were morally upright in time feared me
And in it, from happiness that cheers, what's between us

39. Oh brother, time's change amazes me
From your long habit of weeping and pacing

40. Tears do not benefit except one
Who did not know that life is a mirage

41. If you weep him, it's from loyalty, his weeping
But the reward of patience is a better reward

42. The shortcomings of our eyes are tears and palms
And his shortcoming is bliss and beautiful fate