1. O eyes, be generous in shedding tears for the loss of friends through sleeplessness.
Shed copious tears, do not hold back or refrain.

2. O my eyelids, if you do not flow with blood,
I will weep from a burning liver.

3. When will our past nights return,
And sleep come back to my weary eyes?

4. It was as if life itself was sorrow,
And their sorrow was everywhere they looked.

5. Woe to this abode of grief, no joy here,
That pollutes the pure with bitterness.

6. It never smiled happily, even for a day, O brother of joy,
Except to make him weep on his last day.

7. It hastened the death of Abu Bakr,
And had no shame before Ali or Omar.

8. Their loved ones passed away,
Not even the mountain goats or small birds remained.

9. By God, his beauty was unparalleled when he rose,
His beauty made the moon unnecessary for us.

10. He was a delicate, blooming branch, alas for that fresh and elegant youth.
When did I say pearls belong in dirt

11. When I saw that pearl orphaned in a grave?
Time saw the days had improved him,

12. So it betrayed him and threw him from his palace.
As if he had never been the world's beloved,

13. Nor a polished pearl upon his noble brow.
No, he did not drag his robes playfully about,

14. Nor did the clothes of humility and poverty fall.
His dwellings never shone brightly,

15. Nor did their fragrance waft with scattering perfume.
O separation that left me with sorrow and burning yearning,

16. Gently, for the day of parting was bitter.
I shed tears of sorrow on the day we parted,

17. But left no tears for morning.
Oh burning of my heart, my grief, my anguish,

18. My weeping, my sighing, my sleeplessness!
I entrust to God beloved friends,

19. They are gone, they were my hearing and sight.
Patience in this, O reader, for your patience

20. Will gain you immense reward beyond expectation.
Death is the inevitable command of the Lord of Worshippers,

21. There is no escape from what is destined.
It quenched their thirst with the water of His mercy,

22. And poured down rain upon them.
The leaves did not lament their departure,

23. Nor did the cloud's eyes rain tears.