1. Did not the sun, moon, and stars darken
For this noble mountain's loss?

2. No absence equals that of the virtuous,
Nor any separation of one gone.

3. Yearning for his fair character,
For the mighty, valiant warrior.

4. For the handsomest of the eloquent, had he
Stood atop the highest summit.

5. He'd become a pounding mill for gravel
Like the Prophet's staff on the rock.

6. His neck the kings' pavilions
Between canopy and eyebrow.

7. His words suffice the men of merit
Without fault or objector.

8. He loved his friend with the best love
Without bent or deviation.

9. By the noble's, slave's, and infant's heads
Like a lofty, growing palm tree.

10. Against it the freeborn compete,
And the gallant in the lively meadow.

11. Who then can attain some favour
From a trace left by the beloved?

12. He's the Giver, the intimate of the soul,
Exalted above the Giver Himself.

13. Successful, beautiful, Abū Ma'qid's brother,
A veil relating tales of the absent one.

14. You've set out in every good, so none
Can equal your effort, seeker.