1. Slow down, O you who have given us the news of the full moon
Bearing news of death in your jug or embers?

2. Rather the embers of fire that burned the bushes
And increased the blazing sorrows in my burning liver

3. Oh sorrowful heart, until when
Will you endure the calamities of fate unraveling

4. Sorrows accumulated from every side
Upon you so no day passes without memories

5. If only Allah had sheltered you from an impenetrable rock
The events pass over you without being narrated

6. The hand of separation has snatched a planet away from me
With it sorrows have matched my night and dawn

7. The destiny stretched out a blossoming branch to break
Deliberately snapping its youth

8. Then faded, so faded my branch of endurance after him
And my life after being separated became bitter

9. A beloved who has torn my heart by his loss
My heart split in two after his death

10. The hand of fate gave him a cup of sorrow to drink
So I fell drunk with grief after him

11. So, O fire of my grief do not weep over his loss
And O my heart, do not accept patience for his separation

12. And O my eyes, if your tears dry up, then make
The blood of the heart into tears pouring over his grave

13. And O my eyes, your moon has set today so watch over
His separation beneath the darkness with twinkling stars

14. And O my soul, we did not expect
To count the day and month of this separation from fate

15. Indeed, his heart was part of my being
Just as my gratitude was part of my eyes

16. He was my companion in my life, how I wished
I could have stayed in his company forever

17. I would that we both sleep with no fear of separation
In one grave - and how good it would be to share his grave

18. I have not fulfilled the right of love unless I die of longing
For him so my life, I reckon, has become deceit

19. O seat of knowledge the like of which is rarely found
And O poet peerless in poetry after him

20. And composer of subtle meanings and collector
Of scattered beauties in his masterful compositions

21. And O you who collected in every art its essence
And gained what we cannot limit or quantify

22. And you who were hosts at gatherings heartening them
Then left them feeling lonely when you brought joy even to barren spots

23. And you who were a haven and store
For the weary, and a treasure for those seeking your knowledge

24. I will cry over you as the pigeons moan and as long as
The rain of sadness pours drops upon your tomb

25. Greetings unto the face of the beloved, though his fire
Has exhausted my heart and breast

26. Upon his radiant, handsome face that is to my heart a picture never to leave it
As long as I live

27. For him is forgiveness and pleasure from the Most Merciful
And for me are the tears of al-Khansa' when she lost Sakhr