1. When Muttalib died, three things died along
Modesty, awe, and reverence were gone

2. With his shroud, four virtues now belong
To console Islam and the Arabs from now on

3. O day when Muttalib passed away
Our eyes now shed tears that are here to stay

4. The cheeks of Qahtan's sons are now pressed
Against the soil where your soil now does rest

5. Go now where the paths of mourning lead
Where tears have flowed or grass is green indeed