1. Death treats people like a butcher treats sheep,
Leaving no child or elderly person untouched.

2. A cup circulates among us forever pouring,
Leaving no human of any nation behind.

3. It served the generous one who kept us company,
And left grief between crying and pain.

4. For his absence, livers melted and eyelids burned
With tears stained with blood.

5. If only the day they dressed him in the shroud of decay
Had never come, so we would not wear the garment of illness.

6. Since his eyelids were shut by eternal sleep,
Our eyelids have been sleepless ever since.

7. People hoped to see him again tomorrow,
But death, the mistress of resolves, outpaced them.

8. I cry sincere tears for the noble one,
And what tear for him is not sincere?

9. He was unique, now alone in his grave
Between the worms of the earth and debris.

10. Yesterday he stood tall in the towers,
Today, how did he accept being underground, pelted with rocks?

11. Lines of poetry, pages, and pens cry for him
With sorrow, along with literature and generosity.

12. Alas! From the separation, how copious are the tears we shed
For the snapping of a conspicuous branch.

13. Do not despair, O people of integrity, and be patient,
For the best patience is at times of shattering calamity.

14. He whose conduct was good on earth
Today, in heaven, has met his destined end.