1. O fate, even you have grown weary of pillars
And robbed even your guided ones of guidance

2. You shook its towering one, for whom
The lands had hoped, and they collapsed as hills collapsed

3. And you summoned between the space the troops of destiny
An army whose helpers you had concealed

4. So you would be too short of arm should he not
Respond to his Lord's call when He called

5. And you wreaked havoc on the deputies of the house of Muhammad
So your twists and turns exhausted and destroyed them

6. Until you climbed the stronghold of Islam and belief
The guide of mankind to guidance

7. Sufficient in his awe-inspiringness, protecting its orphans
Like the beasts of prey protecting the law's pillars lest they weaken

8. The lamp of its laws, the torch of its guidance
And its trustee, the formidable critic

9. The one by whom hopes succeed, by whom
Deeds are purified, whose hands were entrusted with covenants

10. He shone over Iraq, so its regions
Shook, its valleys and lands

11. Nay, he halted the celestial spheres, and the angels
Were upset; nay, the Throne of the All-Powerful leaned

12. Oh missing from us, and his grave
Became stuffed among us, wrenching hearts

13. Would that you had remained for us a minaret, a joy
Glory, beauty, awe, prosperity

14. And the misfortune, at the fore of which was demise,
When you moved among the Muslims softly

15. So it crept in the folds of determination, but I
Have immortalized you into eternity

16. Who can ward off calamities? From whom do we hope
For aid when called? Who upholds the pillars?

17. Who answers the cry of the desperate and secures
The fearful supplicant and supports the weary?

18. Who can trick fate and change its course
When it schemes, or aid the schemed against?

19. Who can restore days past
That have gone with your bliss, all festivals?

20. The days envied me for you, so what can
Excuse me if the envious gloat?

21. You reached me with only eternity—would that
You had reached me with all I desired!

22. You laid me down after the death pallets
And granted me instead of cushions, biers

23. And I saw you, hands jostling
To lift up the bier that you were calling to

24. And widows, virtuous women, and excellent ladies
Mourning the loved ones left behind calling

25. I was shocked, deprived of my senses, my hopeful heart
Revealing its remorse between ribs, a fire starter

26. They hid you from my eyes until they made
The day of departure a veil of atheism

27. Your pulpit—for which they substituted
Planks from your bier—mourns you

28. And circles who drew legal knowledge from your sea, returning
At dawn to draw your dew

29. And the pearls of speech which you adorned
Swiftly put on mourning clothes for you

30. He who sees the extent of your generous deeds
Despairs of enumerating the enumerations

31. For you I have a tear that does not dry, as though
The seven seas had become its inkwell

32. You made me enjoy the prime fruits of sciences
That eyes scattered over you one by one

33. And there were saying, "Do not be consoled," but no,
I will be consoled, but consoled with wakefulness

34. With whom should I grieve when my father is
The comforter, whose guidance ever widens my consolation?

35. She said, Abraham; I said yes, he is
The matchless, the generous, ascendant in piety and rectitude

36. The one of lofty resolve who bore the burdens
Of the most high while others' hands weakened

37. He went to his rest a banner of knowledge, a towering mountain
Forbearance and munificence belting the excellent

38. Gathering in his life superiority, the virtue that
Has no limit or match

39. And in his progeny of whom we augured the trait of guidance
The most generous scions of ancestors

40. And we are consoled by the God-fearing jurist
Quenching souls, a spring for visitors and passersby

41. The scholar, the science that his traces
Attested, and they suffice as testifiers

42. And the rain of approval waters your tomb, not
Pouring or flooding it