1. From the great afflictions is the death of the great man
Would that I had died before the death of the leader

2. O my eyelids, pour blood or be scorched
My cheek is furrowed with tears like molten lead

3. After the loss of a generous king
No era has destroyed one so generous

4. Ja'fari of noble origin, the essence of glory and pride at its core
O Abu Kamil, though it grieves me that your abode is now the soil after comfort

5. Or that palaces are empty of you and your bright, handsome face
And the death of nobility, the trait of the fertile land and the habit of the miserable age

6. The wine-makers have wept in sorrow for him
And the daughters of vine bewailed his loss

7. She complains of the absence of the leader to God
So her complaint reaches the Compassionate, Merciful