1. Exhaust your tears, for ecstasy is lost,
Time will never mock it as before.

2. And tell the fates in their relentless race,
"You have covered every stretch of road."

3. Today when glory is shrouded in its winding sheet,
My soul is a sacrifice if it had not covered you earlier.

4. Oh how sorrow sprouted in my breast an ember,
Nothing hurts it more than to persist.

5. By God's will, whenever I pass a grave,
I steal sorrow, even if I had not died as widely.

6. It embodied religion and life in their entirety,
As well as determination, wisdom, faith and integrity.

7. And flowing generosity spread like its canopy,
The sun would lean on it if it were a pillar.

8. Filled with majesty that filled eyes with light,
And war with courage and sides of the noble with bounty.

9. One who does not step forward unless for the lofty,
And does not extend his hand except for acts of grace.

10. Time has waned, yet how could it subdue a knight
Who has wandered long in pursuit of its morrows and yesterdays.

11. As if he had a blood feud he sought by night,
Until he saw him, so none could match him.

12. Oh day of Ubaidallah's death, what sorrow
Lies in my breast that refuses to answer a call!

13. And what abundant misfortune whose palm
Cannot restrain my abated tears and weary breaths.

14. Nor can the doves in pairs and singles,
Who have drawn swords or sharpened blades the whole night.

15. Nor can worries though their afflictions have wearied me,
As if they have conspired against me or against the darkness.

16. Alas the canal of faith is demolished,
When the glorious one left no tracks upon its surface.

17. Well-mannered, glory never shook his cloak,
Except it fluttered with more glory and nobility.

18. The eggs of hopes always yearn,
If the steeds neighed among its broodnests.

19. Tell the darkness as its shadows have gathered,
Even if the downpour were aimed at it, it would not abate.

20. Verily the meteor we used to kindle,
Its embers have faded in the soil or extinguished.

21. My craving and the craving of the lofty haunt me,
The turns of fate have shown me a curious goal.

22. Oh my companions, do not be detained by thirst,
Prolonged ecstasy, here are my tears to slake it.

23. And tell me of the lofty ones since they have been spurned,
Whether its familiar pillars or its unique columns.

24. I find it has turned away from remembering it
After hoping that it would yearn and seek it.

25. Alas it has lost its zest, then realized
That it cannot gain a mind or purpose from it.

26. And battle trenches have not ceased around it
To surge with steeds, chaos and the goal of spears.

27. Are my efforts and all my hopes lies?
Say to it today, "Do not distance, though you have distanced."

28. Does my circling sorrow reach it
When its home is not a refuge, distancing distancing?

29. Has it tasted this blight out of anxiety?
The affliction carried by it is manifold more than what settled.

30. But, by the day you passed away Ubaidallah, and what sorrow,
Death has chosen you and taken you.

31. O glorious one, you have fulfilled the promise of the lofty,
Today has death fulfilled in you what it promised?

32. Verily the heart you dwelled
Has been deserted after you until it became desolate.

33. You left my eyes brimming with tears
That do not sleep, though the one who slept suffers no harm.

34. The sun of glory whose rising you were witness to,
How angry you were if it were to set fruitlessly!

35. Alas, by your magnanimity you promised us
That we would not die while in your companionship.

36. But no! Death has proclaimed your tale,
Sufficient for time to break what it pledged.

37. If the steeds of tears gallop forth with it,
An overwhelming ecstasy has no end to it.

38. And if the nightbirds appear to it,
It is miserable life that has wasted the soul and body.

39. Oh how I wish I knew, can mourning temper fate
When numbness returns in its armor and appears?

40. Can a recurrent stream return what has passed
When no resilience remains for what is to come?

41. When will the torments of love for him multiply?
It saddens him, though perhaps it could have ink for it.

42. O you who passed away when nothing could stand up to him,
Either fate has hastened you when you evaded.

43. I cry for you, though without shame or fault,
You were guidance whose marks and light I followed.

44. O Abu Hussein, I invoke none but the wearer
Of burdens, when he has helped loved ones and resisted enemies.

45. And O exalted Abu Hakam in his ambition
To magnanimity, no retreat or hesitation.

46. And O felicitous Abu Qasim, his steed
Soaring through whatever time has blamed or praised.

47. Your condolence is that the world and its vanity
Is an ocean we have floated on its harmful foam.

48. And be patient with it, a vigorous and highborn horse
That nights cannot untie what it has knotted.

49. An affliction that the lofty spurn in it
That has filled their breasts with agonizing torment.

50. His wealth flowed abundantly, layered,
Almost filling with its cascades the valley of prosperity.

51. Whoever beautiful one has inhabited a land,
Except the soil of his grave sighed and called him.

52. Ask death with knowledge and experience,
What thing did man desire or envy in it?

53. People compete in the world though they know
That its pleasures will kill them time and again.

54. They covet it though decline has drawn near them
And vie for it though it has counted them.

55. Tell the one who speaks of Luqman or Lobed,
Time has left no Luqman or Lobed.

56. And the one whose ambition is raising buildings,
Fate has surely left no lion in humankind.

57. Nothing that the son of Adam desires is everlasting,
He hopes for tomorrow though perhaps he will not live till tomorrow.