1. Yes, I am the one who pleases you when I am obedient
And you would be pleased with those who weep if you were aware

2. And my heart, that sweet spring, has not ceased to be
As you have tasted its love and affection purely

3. Except that sorrow has become its habit whenever
It sees you away from the threatened basin

4. And it stumbles in some troubles when it walks
To some of what it desires, so it returns bloody

5. And if the flock of joys wanted it, it would not find
A place in it empty of the torrents of worries

6. Oh two, console me and convince
My heart to be content with consolations

7. Otherwise, help me with crying and weeping
For your state is my state, and there is nothing wrong with you

8. And it is no use that you cry except that I
Love the tears of righteousness and the faithful companion

9. Oh Mustafa, by Allah your sleep has kept us awake
Is one like you content to sleep nights?

10. Speak, for the people around you are silent
And say, oh preacher of the living, your opinion is high

11. You have almost from long silence and estrangement
Your pulpit has imagined you inanimate

12. And it would cry for you, if there was not in it a remainder
That excuses it from that voice as a remedy

13. So have you made a pact between your eyelids and the graves
An alliance or have you secured from enemies?

14. We have lost you the loss of an archer his weapon
And the guide star of sailors the guiding pole star

15. And we have spent the night while the tears of the eye were dew friends
And more beneficial than rain pouring

16. And if we did not have an inheritance of your wishes with us
Precious, we would have cried when we cried wishes

17. Time has folded you, the pages of the book have contained
From every pride meanings

18. Shining when the whites revert to their origins
We get angry when a Yemeni people insult you

19. And an opinion that clarifies despair, and despair is hitting
The horizon at night, so it darkens in color

20. When we request and you were not between us
We do not mention them until we know requesting well

21. If only when you exhausted every debater
You were satisfied and did not expend the healing doctor

22. And if only when you struggled for Egypt you did not pour out
A heart that Allah knows is precious with ink

23. Alas the sincerity and skill of the doctor were lost in vain
And the pride that was hopeful cried

24. And those drugs did not seize an opportunity
In which people see the merit of Hippocrates clearly

25. It greets you as a sword that slept in the soil sheathed
The truth wore it in the past gloriously