1. Greet me with tears and lamentation,
For the lover has departed from the beloved.

2. The day of misfortune has expanded,
And the hearts have become too narrow for it.

3. Virtues and glories have announced
Calamities that have spread even to engagements.

4. Oh, the ardent yearning of the noble ones for a steed
With eyes absolved of defects.

5. The darling of honor, straight and tall,
Rose like the sun except at sunset.

6. And the upbringing of lush blessings waved
Like the rustle of a branch leaning with the south wind.

7. I have not seen the like of her misfortune,
Which has confounded the hearts of youth and old age alike.

8. If they have let go of her reins,
They have filled it with goodness and benevolence.

9. And they have left her in one of the valleys,
So speak of a tomb or a small enclosure.

10. When the winds blow towards it,
It has no access to return.

11. The winds have reached her only
As a deception upon false hopes.

12. I say as her elegists have elegized her,
And I yearn for her at a blocked watering place:

13. Does Time not lose a secret,
In which even the perceptions of the hidden go astray?

14. And how has Time risen to a position,
Where ghosts stray from pathfinders?

15. The red of death galloped towards it,
Lamenting it amidst the gloom of wars.

16. And every experienced, fleeing person has adorned himself
With a brand not to be added to tax.

17. You see death, gloomy, wandering in it,
Like the glance of sorcery in a dreadful moment.

18. Death plants every noble, lofty trunk
Upon a slender, delicate trunk.

19. And it has taught every deaf mute
The ways of fate that scatter people.

20. Whenever the standard wavered in his right hand,
I saw death looming in the rod.

21. The generous will cry over her, even if she counted them
As visitors of neglect or watchfulness.

22. Over the mother of orphans and widows,
When the places grow green with vegetation.

23. Fate has freed her from the den of a lion,
While the lions stay away from pouncing.

24. Tomorrow, with distant separation,
Not like her recent company.

25. He speaks to himself about her absence,
With wrong assumptions and accurate regrets.

26. Goodness came rushing to her,
So how could the course of time lead her astray?

27. Oh Abu Abdillah, and time has continued
To amaze you with its wondrous wonders.

28. Do you grieve for time while you
Are the place of wisdom in the breast of the intelligent?

29. Your consolation is that man is merely
Spoils in the hands of events and misfortunes.

30. And you are our share of everything,
So you have remained, and sufficed, as the best of shares.