1. We stopped, and how long did we stop, grieving for the beloved!
A boiling, stinging grief from the core of my inner self.

2. We persevered for twenty pilgrimages,
Yet we did not gain patience since we began persevering.

3. The four abodes are gone and destroyed, and our love
For your family does not fade or vanish.

4. It is as if you face what we faced of passion
And you grieve for the loss of the passionate like we grieve.

5. We asked you, if you told us, where did they set out to?
Did they head for the furthest sanctuary or the nearest hill?

6. Or when grief intensified, did the living set out
With provisions, and so they scattered from its fingertips?

7. They took refuge in a safe quarter, protected from dew,
And turned to one who grants cities, not bodies.

8. A noble youth who exhausted the swords in battle
With strikes, and exhausted the firm lances with stabs.

9. He points you with each of his hands to bounty,
Making your left hand fortunate, and your right hand blessed.

10. He is the sea, except we do not see for it
Beyond the honored ships of his wealth, vessels.

11. I composed for the best of creation a praise poem and found it
Good, so I gifted the good to the best.

12. O Abu Salih, if I was good in speech,
Then you have rewarded me for it with the best.

13. You wronged me with generosity until you left me
Generous, so I expend my earnings before I vanish.

14. I busied myself, my son, praising you, but you refused me.
So the one I praise and the one who is praised are you.

15. When we are generous or breathe in blessings,
It is from you and from what you were generous with.

16. And if the foremost people thank you for their provision,
Then it is you who is intended by the thanks they gave.

17. When a man attributes bounty over the bounty of others,
Then the granter of it is most deserving of the praise given.