1. Sorrow has closed the door of joy in you, my dear Abi Mansur
You are more precious to me than life itself

2. I have always been cautious about you, but alas
No mortal can evade what is foreordained

3. O companion of pens, what has made you
Turn away from them to become a companion of the grave

4. Hardship has shaped your face until
I see in it the faces of the dead

5. So my tears fall for your flawless form
And I grieve for your broken rights

6. It's not the excellent horse you ride but rather
The saddle of a fierce lion you sit in

7. And who now will appreciate eloquence, poetry
And the knowledge of prose and verse?

8. Thank God, my friend, for many
A man of nobility and ambition is now in the dust

9. You were a full moon on a spear
Now you are a dog, led on a leash